All At Once

It all heaped on all at once.

It all crept into my mind and took up more space than I had to give.

It all quickly defeated me today.

I was vacuuming the floors I had just vacuumed yesterday. I was irritated and vulnerable.

Then, my girls' voices broke through the loudness. While making their lunch, they sang...

"Oh, these are the days, these are the days

These are the days we've been dreamin' of"

These ARE the days I dreamed of. Prayed for.

All I ever wanted as a little girl was a family.

Now I have one. A big one.

And, goodness, is my heart full.

The enemy trampled on my gratitude today. He tricked me into focusing on the stress and the worry.

My kids won't remember the fur-covered floor. They'll remember my complaining about it.

My kids won't remember the chewed-on blinds. They'll remember all the fun they had right outside those windows.

My kids won't remember how old our van is. They'll remember the miles traveled and the hours spent together (squeeeeezed tightly together).

Sweet mama, I know motherhood isn't for the faint of heart. We carry so much worry on the shoulders that also carry our littles. We help our babies conquer their fears while also burying our own.

Just know this.

Your worries aren't your children's.

They see you overcoming and growing through life's curveballs, and YOU are who they want to be with through it all.

Their memories will be of time spent together, not money spent on things.

The bank account may be light.

But your babies' memory banks will be full.