looking in the blues

Sometimes I need to step back and look at life.  I have to pull off the blinders of a busy life and re-evaluate the important.  I have to let go of self — and embrace the beauty in the gift of being mom.  It’s not glamorous. Yet, in the same breath — it’s beautiful.

My children, all seven of them, are gifts to me.  Right now, my job, my role is to be their mom.  Full-heart. So today, I plan to rake leaves for them to jump in.  I’ll cook and clean and fold laundry and play and laugh. Without resentment or bitterness — you know, the kind that thinks about how I just folded laundry or cleaned that room or washed that floor.  All of the duties and chore could rob me from the joy of being mom.  And, often, I allow myself to be overwhelmed in the daily and forget the big picture.

I lose sight of this temporary time.  This gift of childhood. This time where they will rest in my arms.

Look at my Caleb’s baby blues.  He didn’t care about his surroundings then — he wanted my arms.

Oh, my — how could I forget?  Or want to rush through days?

I need to remember.

I am blessed to be mom.