I sat down today and  yesterday to write a post about motherhood and how much I love it.

Because it is true, I really love my boys and I could celebrate motherhood and all of its wonders from the mountain tops usually:)

But today was kind of a hard mom day. And yesterday too. And when I finally could sit down after a hours of teething and whining and bargaining and makeup in the carpet and watching a DVD in the car with them because that’s what they wanted and it’s a silly waste of gas and batteries but I didn’t have the energy to say no…I didn’t have a single word left in my brain. I tried a for well over an hour (twice) and couldn’t come up with anything I didn’t delete.

I really don’t think anyone wants to see another tired overwhelmed guilt ridden mom. I want to share the soft side, the fun side, the heart-growing-ten-times-its-size side.
But maybe, just this once, it will be good enough to say that after two long hard days of not so great mom stuff, I still really want to write about how much I love it. I still do love it even when it’s not at its finest. I still love having two humans who love me even when I’m not at my finest. When they do something great I’m the one they want to show first. When they get hurt they only want one person in the world to comfort them and that’s me.
And for some reason right now that’s making me cry.
Hopefully you can hear my heart when words fail m...