I've been doing lots of cleaning, organizing, unpacking, rearranging, and the like. That means we've had lots of music playing around here. I am a country music girl. We've had some pretty rocking booty-shaking dance parties around here as we've dusted, swept, mopped, vacuumed, and sorted toys.
I never dreamed being a mother would be so delightful.
Sure, I figured it would be a really sweet and tender experience. I dreamed about motherhood as a child, teenager, and young adult. I thought it would be hard sometimes and maybe I wouldn't sleep much. I assumed I would get frustrated occasionally. But for the most part, motherhood was sure to be full of lovely moments that flow freely while hanging out with the babies that are mine. For the most part, I was right.
We have the coolest dance parties.
We talk about babies...a lot.
We clean together, despite Little A's attempts to distract me with comments like, "Mama, I am too tired for cleaning. I only have enough energy for playing..."
We laugh.
We cry. Some days are hard and we share the burden.
We frown when we're grumpy.
We have blowouts and potty accidents. Then we giggle about it and clean it up.
We spill paint. (oops...)
We build awesome things. Like the day Little A wanted to build animals and "call it animal erection." (Where do they gain such a wonderful vocabulary!?)
We make messes.
We deliver cookies because Little A wants to "make them to show my primary teacher I love her" and boy, oh boy, does she adore her sweet primary teacher.
We pray. Baby M is adorable with folded arms. She typically closes her eyes and promptly drops her head then quickly unfolds, opens, and goes on with what she was previously doing. So sweet. Little A says wonderful, touching prayers. There is usually a lot of giggling and wiggling during every.single.prayer.
We say sorry. Usually I'm the one apologizing...I want my girls to know I'm not too big to apologize, but man alive, it is hard to say it sometimes!
We craft. Seems to be the best thing we've done for awhile. Little A loves it and Baby M loves the process and all the things she gets to explore.
We love.
I never knew a love like this could exist. Motherhood is inexplicably delightful. I'm not even kidding. Nothing beats a soft baby snuggle with gentle pats on the back from a teeny tiny hand. A miracle happens when these sisters embrace in a goodnight hug. They are building an eternal relationship with each other. I hope they are always best friends. Listening to giggles and chatter is better than the radio. As is their rhythmic breathing while sleeping. Did I mention coordinating nap schedules are heaven sent?
Being a mama is the best hard job there is. Kudos to all the women who righteously rise to the holy calling of mother. And to all of you who want to. To each of you trying to welcome life into this world. You are awesome! You are enough.
Thank you for the endless loving you do.
Originally written: 1/27/2016