I know that I already have kids. Four of the sweet little things. So why is it that sometimes I wonder if I am ready to be a mom? I see these 4 sets of beautiful little eyes looking to me for guidance, and instruction, and I wonder if I am really up to the task of preparing my kids for this world. Sometimes I catch myself wishing the house were actually quiet, or not so chaotic, or at least picked up. Sometimes I wonder if the day will ever end, and if I will have the patience to make it through the bed time routine. Sometimes I don't. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I go for a nice walk, and clear my head. Sometimes I turn on my i-pod as loud as I can handle to drown out the noise of arguing kids. Sometimes I wonder if my wardrobe should actually resemble a referee's black and white stripes, including, of course, the whistle. Sometimes I sit on the computer, checking my friends and families blogs, purposely zoning out for a while. Then, I come across my friend, Tara's blog (moglefamily.blogspot.com) with a post labeled "Today." And I stop dead in my tracks. I stop feeling so dang sorry for myself.
So, Thanks, Tara, for reminding me that the sounds that come with having kids should always sound like music to me. That I need to remember to look at the big picture, and always see my children for the precious little spirits that they are, and remember that I have been put in their charge by someone who thought I would be up to the task. I need to remember to always ask for help and pray for the right ways to help and teach them. I need to remember that although they are with me today, they won't be always. Thanks for reminding me that I always need to be their beacon of light when things are dark, and their soft place to fall. I need to be kind, and gentle, and humble, and always express my love for them. That I need to cherish them. Not sometimes, but Always. It's a blessing to be their mother.
