I live with a 6 year old firecracker, a son who has turned me into a walking anxiety attack with his daily antics, and our newest baby boy. I had no idea the single most important characteristic of a mother was a sense of humor.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
It's so easy to get caught up in the chaos of wild kids, wiping bums and folding laundry, and even start to feel sorry for myself.
Until a little old lady gets teary eyed and reminds me at the grocery store how quickly these years go by, how beautiful my baby is, and that she hasn't heard from her children in months.
I promise, tomorrow I will wipe bums with a smile on my face.