|Crazy hair day|
|Caroline, my 7th grade Volleyball player!|
Earlier this week, as I was laying awake trying to figure out how I'm going to be at Clayton's flag football game, Cort's out of town Baseball tournament, Kate's dance exhibition and Caroline's out of town volleyball tournament ALL ON THE SAME DAY, and all with one kiddo that will be weak from chemo, I found myself feeling discouraged. I want to be AT ALL of the activities, but it can't be so. Chad and I just can't be at all four places, as much as we both want to. For some reason, in our house whichever activity Mom attends... that child is considered "the favorite" by his/her siblings. Yes, talk about pressure. What my kids don't understand is that I go with each of them in my heart, and my mind has no favorites. They are all four precious gifts to me who I treasure.
This journey our family has been on is not one I wish to ever repeat. EVER.. It has really pushed me to my limit as a mom, a wife, a Christian and as a friend. It's reminded me that I am only one person, one mom who needs Godly friends to help me through. It has reminded me that being a mom to a child with hurts is a privilege that I must embrace. I've learned that I can't do it alone. It's made me so grateful for the amazing man and dad that stands with me and beside me everyday helping me keep the ship afloat. It's made me know that what my mom always told me must be true... "Anything that is worth anything takes effort.. if it doesn't take effort, it's probably not worth it". I've learned that when that test turned pink telling me the good news of a new baby... it truly meant work. It meant that my heart would never be the same and my world had changed for the much harder, but better. It meant bearing their burdens... always!