Sunday, May 9, 2010
Being Mom, being me.
You don't know what you're made of-- until you have raised a child. Parenting will access and stretch a part of you that is the most primal, the most true--flattering or not. True colors.
The work and iconvenience makes us less selfish...and there are so many sweet little benefits that make it all worthwhile.
This morning I got breakfast in bed. After church the kids and my husband scurried around to clean and make a nice lunch. Then they let me relax all day. They prepared dinner and gave me little gifts and notes. At the end of the day, as twilight deepened into night, we all lay on the trampoline, wrapped in blankets, and told silly stories and talked. Magic.
(No night out with the girls could compare...and that's saying a lot because I love my girlfriends!)