Saturday, June 07, 2014
There are many days with my three sons that we have laughed, cried, had fights, teased each other, uplifted each other, supported each other, held, hugged, and loved each other.
We get in each other's way, we wait in line for the bathroom, we yell when someone used up all the hot water or put the empty milk jug back in the frig. We watch each them wrestle. We watch cooking competitions and art shows, and sit through countless teacher conferences. We sit through them learning to play instruments and the horribly awesome band concerts counting the minutes until it is done because you can't tell what they are playing.
We watch each other grow. We help each other grow. We learn from each other and teach each other. We always lend a helping hand and loving hug no matter how bad they messed up. We are proud and excited. We are scared yet secure. We are role models for each other. If we fall we help each other get up.
Family. The BEST thing I could EVER have. I love them. I wouldn't trade being a mom for anything in the world.
I take with me from today one lesson among many. And it can be used in so many areas of life. You have to have the bad days, to truly love the good days.