these two… my audience lately. my three year-old with a chipped tooth because she ran into our kitchen island and my 8 month old, who’s always giving me his “you think you’re going to sleep tonight mom… ha!” face. they make my world go round. they keep my young and take years from my life all at the same time.
she speaks two languages and will only respond to tinker bell-rapunzel. she loves jelly beans but insists on eating a “healthy cucumber salad” for dinner. she longs for her independence but won’t let me leave the house without giving me a hug and a kiss. she loves her brother to pieces and wants to hug him (aka suffocate him) all day every day. she’s inquisitive and is hitting the “why?” stage so gracefully. she’s outspoken and outgoing but shies away from anyone who spends any time in the elevator with us. she’s has a mean right overhead throw and kicks a ball like a five year old.
he is a ball of love. he’s my linebacker who won’t drift off to sleep without holding my hand. he’s strong willed. he knows what he wants and will make sure we all do too. he loves his sister and although he welcomes all of her kisses, when he’s had his fill, he retaliates with a good ol’ hair yanking.
motherhood is tough. it drains every ounce of life out of me but at the end of the day, when they’re both sleeping and done for the day, I want nothing more than to cuddle in between the both of them and just breathe them in. they’re my greatest accomplishment and my calling in life. they keep me grounded and keep me focused on eternal rewards. they remind me of God’s love for us, of His grace and forgiveness. they remind me of my sinful nature and my need for a savior. they remind me that this life is only temporary and that instilling Godly principles and raising Godly children will make a great impact on His kingdom.
they are my mission field, my deepest love and my greatest battle.
they are my heart.
