Peace with the mess

Every time I’m just about asleep he knows it, and I mean every time, whether it’s an afternoon nap or when I’m heading to bed at night. I don’t know how he knows but he knows and he will make his way into my bed for cuddles back to sleep.

However, I am not complaining because I now have a 4 year old, a 3 year old and a 10 month old and I know how quickly he will be in his own bed and won’t need cuddled back to sleep.

Being a mom is exhausting and I often struggle to see and enjoy the little moments – like cuddles in bed when you’re exhausted. But they need me and something tells me I need them more.

There’s no better practice for patience than being a mom. Whether it’s in your third trimester feeling like baby will never come, picking up the same toys for the third time in an hour, or when you’re exhausted and haven’t slept a full night in almost a year and that little baby still needs you.

I should be thanking them for teaching me patience, for teaching me that life isn’t about me. That with trials come great joys, because without those obstacles I wouldn’t be so thankful and grateful for the easy and simple times.

Just like February, it’s still cold and dreary outside but I know May is coming. And it may be difficult now if I only think about these 5 minutes, but here’s to thinking beyond the moment and shifting my perspective to tomorrow or even 5 or 20 years from now. I feel pretty confident that someday I’ll be missing the midnight bedtime cuddles.

This mindset is 100% easier said than done but each day I try to engage it a little more than the day before.