This is what I wake up to in the morning: I found this picture, which I will forever think of as my 3-year-olds first selfie, on my camera today. And it stopped me cold. It was just there between the hundreds of other photos I take of my kids everyday. Soccer. Ballet. School events.
And then, this. This close-up, hilarious photo that reminded me how life with small children is full of joy. I can’t look at that photo without smiling. How great would it be if we all woke up with that much excitement for the day?
Sometimes it is easy to get bogged down in the details of motherhood or the woe-is-me pity party that all moms need to throw for themselves every once in a while. Believe me, I can throw some doozies. No doubt about it, motherhood is hard. It is physically, emotionally and mentally exhausting.
But it is also exploding with joy. I get to spend my days with two of God’s most amazing little creations. I get to guide them, teach them, sacrifice for them and watch them grow into amazing girls.
I get to laugh at monkeys at the zoo, push “higher, mommy, higher!” on the swings, and take walks to pick flowers as spring blossoms. I get to kiss boo-boos and wipe away tears. I get to sing goodnight lullabies and give quiet arm tickles at night. I get to play soccer in the family room, beam with ride at dance recitals and squat down to hear a softly whispered, “You’re the best mommy in the world.”
I know every moment isn’t so perfect. In fact, most of them aren’t. But today, when I felt the sheer joy of this picture, I reminded myself that these joyful, irreplaceable moments of motherhood are worth it. They are worth every sacrifice to spend the days of childhood beside my children. They are worth every bone-tired night and red-eyed morning.
There is so much joy in motherhood if I just let myself see it. And sometimes, I need it shoved in our faces at 6 a.m. Because let’s face it, any day that starts out like this is going to be awesome: