Being a Mom is such a roller coaster of good and bad, sometimes it's hard to remember when to put your hands up and let go and when to hang on for dear life. From battling with an almost five year old who acts like I am offending her deeply and personally every time she has to wear a pair of jeans to a little boy who has his first crush only to find out his girl likes another boy. The heartache that is felt vicariously is enough to make me wonder why I ever wanted to fall in love in the first place...but then I walk home from the bus stop past the trash my husband took out in the rain this morning before he left work at 6am and I remember it's worth it. (Not so I can have a garbage man:) He does things day in and day out not expecting a seventy six trombone band (I don't think) and cheerleaders doing scissor kicks to come out from behind the trees to spell out his name, he does it just because he loves me.
So today, when I'm picking up laundry and see the secret note that says "I love Alison" or am picking out another pair of jeans for school tomorrow that I know will cause world war three, I will look at the latest addition to our family, stumbling around grinning, showing off her four teeth and I will know that in the big scheme of things, that little bit of unconditional love that my parents and husband have always shown me will have to be enough. Now it's my job and someday, if I'm lucky, they'll be happily married and be picking out their own dang jeans and be able to see those same attributes of love in me.
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We have a melt down at our house everytime I tell Baylee to pick up her toys. :) love ya girl and tell your family all hi.
What a sweet post. It is all worth it, isn't it? I just have to remind myself of that EVERY SINGLE DAY!!! lol
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