I’m tired of hearing wining, being used as a house keeper. I’m worn out from being a referee in fights. I’m exhausted from try to put dinner on the table at the right time and keeping the house clean. I’m upset that no most of the time means do it one more time. I’m confused why God picked me to have three wild bandits. But with all that said I love to heart their little voice say that they love me. I am learning to be a better house keeper. I am a stronger women because I roll with the punches of life with three crazy men. I am happy to know I can make more then mac-n-cheese for dinner. I am figuring our how to be more consistent. I’m so blessed that God thought I’m was and am worthy of raising three little miracles that he choose just for me.
I am scattered all over the place. Things both big and small are tugging at me. I get rewarded sloppy kiss and get great big dirty hugs. I am a mom of three little men and a wife of a magnificent man. My children are the sweetest gift that God could have ever given me. I'm not saying they are perfect because we are experiencing the turbulence of life as we navigate through life at such a fast pace.
I finally got the courage to start a blog by reading a blog by someone I know and admire dearly. I have to say I'm not the one to start writing every day and give pages of advice, infact I hate to write! This blog is more of a memento to my sons. One day when I'm with Jesus they will be able to look back and know that they were the most important part of my life. They will be able to know the real Mommy and see some of our greatest memories we shared. If this is no for you I understand but this is just one gesture of love to my boys. This blog is not only a way that we can all share the joys and sarrows of life but to leave a legacy for our children. One day they will read these and know what life was really like when they grow up.