Mother’s Day morning is…
Getting woken up by a newly turned 2 year old with a giant hug, followed by snuggles with a 5 year old.
Those two boys demanding breakfast for themselves because they are sooo hungry before I put my contacts in my eyes.
Forgetting to make a birthday cake the night before (because one little is TWO) and throwing a boxed brownie mix in the oven the day of the birthday.
Trying to sit down and eat my own breakfast and having my littlest ask for bites.
Breaking up a zombie chase that ends in one brother getting a gigantic bump on his head after crashing into his high chair.
Getting up from breakfast every one to two minutes because someone needs something immediately.
Watching my boys play Legos together for several minutes in a row, allowing me to finish my breakfast even though it’s cold.
Buttoning 12 tiny buttons that small hands cannot yet do for themselves.
Putting on “Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood” and “Wild Kratts” so I can shower in peace by myself and get ready for church.
Chugging most of my coffee on our car ride to church.
Being late to church.
Sitting with the kids at Children’s Time and watching them love on their Dad and friends.
Chasing a toddler around church and ending up in the nursery for the readings and message.
Wishing to worship as an adult without being responsible for two littles who are all consuming in everything.
Walking up for communion and having E dip his fingers in the baptismal font and do the sign of the cross on his forehead then mine.
Taking communion and asking forgiveness for being quick to anger and frustrated so often at things I cannot control.
Supervising a instrumental dance party to “I have the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart!”
Baptizing Fisher Price figures in Jesus’ name with the toddlers at Faithworks.
Taking a moment to breathe after Faithworks ends and I’m alone in the sanctuary.
Knowing that one day, when they are older, I will want to have my kids with me all day, but now I just want space.
Dreaming about how I can possibly spend the rest of my day alone, reading a book or napping.
Realizing that my boys love me too much to let that happen so I’ll have to settle for only a bit of solo time.
Needing all the hugs I can get from my boys because I love them entirely too much, no matter what.
Being a mama is complicated and exhausting, but my love for them is steadfast. Always.