Being a mommy is the most satisfying job in the world.  Most of the time.  lol!  

I know that there are those definite moments of chaos…

You know, like when you are trying to cook dinner, help 3 kids with homework, wrestle a 2 year old and answer the phone all at the same time.  

Or when you are rushing out the door with your arms full of the typical daily outing necessities, toting along 4 kids, half dragging/half pushing them out the door when you realize that there is a horrible stench coming out of your 2 year old’s diaper area when you know you *just* changed him… and you are already running late… 

The times when you are driving along and your 5 year old (who sits in the middle) is antagonizing his older sister and baby brother at the same time… knowing that you can’t do a *thing* about it without risking a major car accident.

Or how about the times when your 2 year old is joyfully squealing in delight as he is flinging the *just popped* bag of popcorn all over your *just vacuumed* carpet… or car… or Target store…

Oye.  *laying down head in defeat*

BUT… then there are those moments when you realize that you wouldn’t trade being a mommy for anything in the world…

Like when your 5 year old sneaks up on you, taps you on the back and says, “Mommy, did I tell you that I love you today?” and it happens to be the one thing you needed to hear the most at that very moment…

Or when your daughter squeezes you and tells you that she loves you 5.  (Because when she was 5, 5 was the biggest number you could love someone…)

At night, during “nighty-night” time, when your 2 year old snuggles up as tight as he can, lovingly and happily exclaiming “ansa!” as he assumes his nightly position… (”ansa” being his word for “pansa” which means stomach in spanish… and just so happens to be his security blanket…)  

The times your oldest sits with you and talks about his life and you are amazed that this “little boy” is just a few months shy of being a teenager… and you realize that your influence made him what he is today.  Sensitive, caring, humble…  

I feel so privileged, so incredibly blessed, that God would trust ME to be the mommy of these 4 precious children.  

I took my oldest out on a shoot the other night and struggled with feelings of nostalgia (wondering how and when my “little boy” grew up) and pride as I watched him quietly… Happy to see him becoming the confident young man that he is.  Proud that he loves God and knows that his potential is endless with God. 

*sigh*

Here are a couple of the images from our mommy/son time…. 

Take some time to stop and tell your children how much they mean to you. It means the world to them… Just like it means a lot when someone goes out of their way to let you know you are special. Cherish these moments. They are fleeting…

If you’ve made it this far, thank you. I wish you a wonderful day filled to the brim with blessings.
~Marsha