
I love my kids, I love being a mom. I love how having children forces me out of a selfish state, and to focus on their needs, and what is best for them. As a mother I feel needed and loved, and have an obvious purpose. I love my boys more than I can explain.
There are also some unexpected ways these boys of mine are “shaping” me:
Enhanced Mental Focus: I can get a task done under all kinds of elements. For example, nearly every household chore that I do, I do while being shot at, in the butt, by dart guns. While holding a conversation, a chorus of “mama, mama, mama,” goes on behind me, and I can completely tune that out. (wait, maybe that’s not a good thing?)
Diet and Exercise: Regardless of what I put on my plate, it looks more appetizing to my boys, than what is on theirs. Especially if it’s a sweet treat. I usually get one bite, before I’m asked to share, and excercise… well obviously, I have 3 small boys, what more can I say?
Boys like to help out: My oldest 6 year old boy, loves to help and feel “strong.” This week he pulled the big heavy trash can down our driveway, while I watched and greedily pondered if he could now carry laundry baskets up the stairs also…
Heart Melters: My children pour love on me. I love this season of age for this reason. My son brings home papers from school professing his love of mama, and my 4 year old and 2 year old duel over the prime space of my lap daily. While having a 6,4, and 2 year old is exhausting, and I have little time for “myself,” this is such a precious time, and I am out to enjoy it… because honestly, I don’t want them fighting over sitting on my lap when they are bigger than me.