When You Think You Can't Go Anymore...

Moming is hard... Let's be honest, the title 'mom' is a small title for so many roles. I am a chef, I am a nurse, I am a story teller, I am a taxi driver, I am a teacher, I am a master cuddler, I am so much. I am so much more to my children than I even realize.

I am laying in bed when a little shake of a knob and a creak of a door awakens me. It's time to rise and care for the little people I've created. I can't even get to the hallway before somebody starts fighting. Referee to the rescue. Stop fighting, how many times am I going to say that today. The fighting ceases and my little son runs up to me with a bear hug to my thighs. 'Not today Satan,' my heart screams as it melts from the most pure and sweet affection from my tiny little man. I just told you to stop fighting and I already feel like mush from happiness. The moming is real. We head to the kitchen to start our day. Granola bars are a child favorite, but that never trumps fresh pears! A pear peeled and spiraled is rejected by the same child who would eat the entire thing, core included, if not taken from him the week before. Toddlers are truly fickle creatures. Breakfast is never a quiet time. Why would it be when they had all night to dream and so many thoughts to spew at each other! Loud is good. Loud means I have happy children. Having happy children means I am doing something right and it could be the opposite, I could have an empty to house, an empty heart! I'll take the loud!

We always need a cuddle session post breakfast. Small children and a short mom means we can all fit on the love seat. They sit like ducks in row next to me as we find a short film to watch. Scooby-Doo, reminiscing my childhood, is one of their favorites. I know I can't be the only one who wonders if Shaggy baked those Scooby snacks with his special recipe, if you know what I mean. Hopefully, my innocent children won't wonder that till they are in their adolescent years. But, never mind that, my little ones are all lined up and perfectly quiet. Of course, little man has his hands wrapped around my arm which is draped across his lap. Just another moment of melting from the genuine sweetness that is a Momma's boy.

The episode isn't long which brings them to start wrestling. How many times do I have to ask them to stop it before someone gets hurt. Too many to count... I feel like children take you to the brink of insanity and bring you back with love at the last moment...

No matter what happens throughout the day, even when I just think I can't handle anymore sass or attitude or fighting, there are these random redeeming moments. The moments where you wonder how you could ever get frustrated with those messy smiling faces. Your heart just feels like it may explode...

A mother's love is insane, but not as insane as the hold a child has on her heart.