A Good Day

I wrote this little poem/prayer back in December. On a particularly emotional day.

This motherhood gig can really rock you from the inside out. It’s such a responsibility to guide and care for these little people. Oh, and feed them, clothe them, and stay sane yourself. Some days I do better than others. Some days I utterly fail and want nothing more than the bed covers to consume me … and stat. I hope, in the long run, we have more good days than bad.

This past Tuesday was a good day. We meshed as a mama and her duo of babies. This has not been happening often. Mostly because I’m overwhelmed with life and overwhelmed with my love for them. Overwhelmed with the house and with all the unknowns that I know I need to turn over to the Lord. But knowing is much harder than doing, isn’t it? It is. I know. We cared for each other, for one another’s hearts. My babies ministered to me. It their simple ways, they gave me hope and a light heart. We adventured and laughed. We napped and snuggled. We captured life together. And it was good.

These two … I love. I love them dearly.