Mom.
I sit on my bed, overwhelmed. Again.
All the noise of the day got to me.
The constant arguing of the children.
All the cleaning and tasks that I need to get done today, interrupted by the repetitive: Mom, Mommy, Cheyenne, Honey.
There’s so much to get done.
The children need time and love.
There’s not enough time in the world to do it all!
But then there are the moments when your five year old comes up to you, asked to be picked up for a squeeze. He says," I love you and I’m so glad that you are my mommy.”
In these moments, the chaos falls away and Im just mom.
