How I Want to Remember Motherhood...

On Christmas Eve, I like to take pictures of the kids in front of the Christmas Tree. This Christmas Eve I jumped in the pictures with the kids and Nate was a good sport and took some pictures of me and the kids. Later on I was going through all of the pictures. A lot of them are blurry because of poor lighting but they are still cute. My kids are dressed in their Christmas outfits and the tree is so pretty behind them. I love these Christmas pictures. 

I mean look at that boy! Do they make them more handsome than him? I really don't think so.

Here's one that's a bit better of my sweet girl. She is just so silly when it comes to smiling in pictures. 

Anyway, while I was looking through the pictures, I found this one:

This picture is not hang on the wall worthy. It is blurry, no one is looking at the camera. Zach is about to destroy the wrapped gifts or the Christmas tree. I was looking at all those things and then I looked at my face in the picture. I'm so happy. Everything is a mess with this photo and I'm so happy. This picture pretty much sums up my life as a mom. It is a mess. It is hard. I'm trying to corral two kids and look somewhat put together. However, I'm laughing. In this moment I'm not thinking about how poorly this picture is going to turn out. I am not thinking about the gifts that aren't wrapped yet. I'm not thinking about the mess in the rest of the living room that I need to clean up before they get up in the morning to unwrap their gifts. I'm not thinking about the mountain of laundry that sits beneath us in the basement. All I was thinking about in that moment was how I love my babies and how much they were making me laugh. I hope that my time with my kids at home is mostly remembered like this. I hope that when I look back I remember the laughing and the sweet faces and not all the chores. I hope I remember motherhood like this picture.

That's all for now. God is good.

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