Friday, January 31, 2014

It's a Privilege

As a mom, I'm busy. I work. I have two kids I run back and forth to preschool. One in gymnastics. Church on Sunday mornings plus our weekly small group. Lots of family that we make time for. Making signs on the side. The typical laundry, cleaning, cooking (if you'd call it that), dishes, and housework to do. Plus many more responsibilities pulling me in every direction.

So its easy to get caught up in the routine. To simply go through the motions. And unfortunately miss the opportunity to soak up the little every day moments. The moments that we're blessed to experience. Parenthood is a blessing. Its a privilege. One given from our Heavenly father.

To my sweet girls, I recognize that I don't always seem to appreciate this gift. This gift of parenthood. That I often get caught up in the busyness of life. But I want you to know that I do make a conscious effort to do so. Every single day. And its important for me to remember that its' a privilege...

To be your momma.
To have carried you in the womb.
To have felt your first movements.
To provide you a sense of safety.
To sit by your bed and watch you fall asleep.
To hold your hand until you slowly lose grasp as you drift off into sweet dreams.
To get your morning snuggles.
To be the one who's hair you want to run your fingers through.
To be the one who kisses your boo boos.
To gently carry you to bed after you have fallen asleep on the sofa.
To hear the words "I love you momma" every single day.
To have a fridge covered with preschool crafts and coloring book pages.
To enjoy your excitement when we add bubbles to your bath.
To receive gifts consisting of folded up pieces of paper, colored and signed by you.
To be your partner in singing to the top of our lungs.
To see your sleepy eyes every morning.
To hear little feet jumping on my bed.
To carry you in from the car asleep.
To brush your long beautiful hair so long my arm aches.
To hear your first words and your first sentences.
To nuzzle my nose on your cheeks.
To hear your giggles from the back seat of the car.
To have you so excited I'm home when I walk in the door from work.
To have you climb in our bed, sleep sideways, and be the stealer of the covers. Pretty much every single night.
To listen to your breathing.
To study your tiny yet growing features.
To simply love you so much it hurts.

No matter how busy and distracted I may be sometimes, always know that you girls are my world.  My everything.  And these moments, these privileges should be cherished. Because they are a gift. My heart grows more and more everyday.  And I love you more than I could ever explain.



Friday, January 17, 2014

Seeing Me in You

My sweet Keira,

The older you get, the more things that I notice about you. About your personality. Your ways that make you uniquely you. But that also connect you to me. Things I knew about myself, things I didn't know about myself, things I've been self conscious of, and things I've been proud of.  Every day I notice.  Little things you do or say.  Your reactions. Or your lack of.  And I see me.

Some of these things are...

Your determination to get exactly what you want.
Your heart racing when something upsets you.
Your goofiness, your silliness, and your singing and dancing ...when no one but us is watching.
Your obsessiveness over matching, what you want to wear, and how you want to wear your hair.
Your sensitive nature. And getting your feelings hurt.
Your never wanting to be alone. Especially in the dark.
Your love for helping.
Your pouty lip and weepy face when you cry.
Your true love for all things artsy...drawing, painting, creating.
Your dislike and uncomfortableness in being center of attention or in being caught off guard... your blushing cheeks and uncertainty in how to react.
Your finding safety and comfort in our presence.
Your obsession over things you're afraid of, your fears, and paranoia's.
Your love of one on one attention.
Your love for being together as a family. 
Your dislike in being told what to do. And dislike of criticism.
Your sense of compassion and sympathy towards others.
Your pure joy in the simple watching a movie, snow, Christmas lights, jammies, and getting dessert! name just a few. You are such a beautiful little girl.  Inside and out.
And being your Mommy couldn't be more rewarding.  I love you sweet girl!

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Birthday Bowling!

Blessed with another beautiful year!  Celebrated by going bowling with the family...