She chased seagulls. She collected their feathers. She made sand angels complete with a smiley face drawn with her finger. She sang “let it go” at the top of her lungs. She gave me the silliest cheesy smiles. She laughed. My little red by the sea.
Little moments like these….. how you look exactly like Addi sitting in that sink. Its like deja vu at times. I thought Addi was the last of my sink baths…. but yet here I am. Watching you take in the water…. hitting it with your hand & moving your feet bath & forth. You explore & touch everything around you. Little drops of water bead up on your smooth baby skin. You giggle as Addi plays in your bath water with a cup. You gasp as water falls down your face as I wash your hair. You smile at Trey as he tries to get your attention for me….. I wanted just one picture with eye contact of you in the sink. By the end of your bath your skin & toes are wrinkled. Your baby feet remind me of when you first entered into this world. I know this is the last time. The last sink baths I’ll give. The last time I’ll stand by this sink & bathe a baby….. my shirt soaked from your splashes. So, I’ll document you & enjoy these moments together. My little Ava Gray.
I’m a worrier. I’m protective. I’m a nurse. I bandage & kiss boo-boos. I tackle mountains of laundry daily. I’m a chef. I sing patti-cake & you are my sunshine several times a day. Toys overwhelm my living room at times. Things get broken by balls. Girly shrieks echo on the walls. Fights take place whenever & where ever. There are days I count down til bedtime & then cant wait for them to wake up in the morning. I lose my patience sometimes. Some days motherhood is tough… it just is. Then there is a gummy smile…… or a “I love you mom”…… a new perfectly unperfect coloring page added to the fridge…. a sweet moment caught between siblings & it makes all the tough moments completely worth it. I couldnt imagine my life without them…. without their laughter… or their forgiving love. Without the running of footsteps through the house…. the crayon on the walls & even their chaos. They are who I am.
My sweet friend Mary Johnston had this amazing idea to start a blog circle on motherhood. I was one of the lucky ladies she wrote to be a part of it. We are a group of 8 who once a month will blog about motherhood… the bad… the good & the plain ugly. Please follow along & be inspired. Click here to meet everyone.
“Motherhood is hard work. It is repetitive and often times menial. Accept it. Rejoice in it. This is your toil. Right here. Those are their faces. Enjoy them. The days of your life are supposed to be full of things like this. But joy is not giddy. It is not an emotional rush–it is what happens when you accept your lot and rejoice in your toil. So rejoice in your children. Look them in the eyes and give thanks.”