Motherhood

While dressed in our best on Easter Sunday (and my hair actually styled) I had Brad take some pics. And I think they are enlargement worthy (probably because Brad took them and not me). 

I think I wrote on here about what Brad's uncle said about his grandmother, that she wasn't just surviving 6 children, she was thriving.  That has become my mantra for the year, "don't just survive, thrive". I couldn't get it out of my head. I wanted to thrive as a mother not just survive. But let's be honest, there are some days of motherhood that are just plain survival, but that's in any area of life.

  Motherhood has been just one continuous comedy of errors. Seriously, I am numb to embarrassing situations now (which is a bit liberating in a way). But motherhood has also been a very empowering experience for me. It has taught me more about who I am (and frankly, who I want to be) than anything else.  Before I go to bed I often think about what kind of human beings and I raising? It makes me self reflect as I question my own quality of being. Sometimes I get racked with anxiety about the limited time I have with them. B starts kindergarten next year and I think my time of being 100 percent influential is dwindling, and I wonder "Have I done enough?" 

I love these little girls. They sometimes make me question my sanity but never my love.