Just about the time I’m ready to lose my cool because they’ve driven me so far into the crazy I can’t see my way out…
He runs over and gives me the best big squeezer hug whispering, “I love you, mom” in my ear.
Just about the time I think they aren’t listening to a word I say about choices and following through…
She says, “I didn’t want to do it, mom. I didn’t want to, but I did because I signed up for it. I said I would, so I did.”
Just about the time I think they’re so grown up and independent that they no longer need me…
She reaches her arms up and says, “Hold me. Please, mama.”
Just about the time I’m ready to start in on yet another discussion about choosing kindness…
He reaches out his hand to help his sister up, apologizes, dusts her off, and gives her a hug.
Just about the time I’m about to start in on the tired old “it’s okay to make a mess, as long as you clean it up” song and dance…
I come around the corner to find them working together to tidy up after themselves.
Just about the time I’m ready to throw in the towel because I feel like I’m failing miserably as their mom and his wife…
He scoops me up in his arms, kisses me softly, and reminds me that I don’t have to be perfect because, in their eyes, I already am.
Just about the time I’m about drift off to dreaming…
I stop and thank the Lord for these reminders and sending me these kids and the husband who love me despite it all and catch me just about the time I’m ready to fall.
Hello! I’m Terryn – the wife, mother, food safety enthusiast, Stormy Kromer fanatic who has slightly (okay, a lot) random tendencies, dabbles in photography, and shares (maybe a little too much) here at FFB.