Being A Mom

It is 11:22pm. We got home from visiting with Grandma and Papa Nicholls. I was tired and the last thing I wanted to do was mommy/wife stuff. I just wanted to go to bed. But both girls needed baths, formula needed to be made, laundry needed to be folded and I wanted to make sure Ty had something to eat when he gets home.

Everything gets done and I am turning off lights, checked on VJ, picked up a few things and putting them back in their place.

I walk into my bedroom and see Kitty Lou's Polly Pockets on my bed and a book. She chose to play with her toys in our room on our bed. Not her room, or the living room. But her mommy and daddy's room.

I then realized that I am so thankful that I get the privilege of being a mom. One day my children will be all grown up and it's the little things like the toys on my bed that I want to remember. I do not want to see my job as a chore. Ty and I were given these children on a loan from God to take care of them to the best of our abilities, and to raise them the way we are told to raise them. To love Him and praise Him and always know that He loves us and will take care of us.

I am in love with my girls.

And one more thing that made my heart sing:

Kitty Lou loves to sing. She makes up any song and just sings about things she see's or where we are going. Today we were sitting at a stop light and I heard her singing. Nothing new, but I love to stop and listen to what she is singing about this time. This time I heard her sing "I love my mom.....she is so nice and beautiful......she knows all about the birds....." I have never heard her sing about me. I thought it was so sweet and it brought tears to my eyes.



She also always thinks about daddy. If we go anywhere, she grabs an extra something special for daddy. Daddy is always being thought about and getting treats. Sometimes I complain because mommy never gets thought about. But I know she doesn't mean anything by it. And it's really not that big of deal. I was the one that taught her that we need to do special things for daddy because he works so hard for us to eat, live here, go shopping, buy toys, etc....
But today she was doing crafts with her friend. I was not sure what kind of craft, I thought they were just going to paint or color. But she brought me home this special craft and told me that she made it special just for me. And this I will always treasure.