Motherhood should come with EXTRA's. First, it should automatically give us EXTRA TIME so we can rock longer, play harder, sing louder and get all that laundry caught up. It should come with EXTRA MEMORY cells, so we don't forget the special once in a life-time moments like their first cry, their first steps, their first fall, the memories that seem to fade and be a little harder to recall as time marches on. Or, the memory to find things so precious like their first love note they give us that says "I luv you" or even my kids. It should also come with EXTRA ARMS. That way we can carry our babies or hold our kids hands, and still do all the mom stuff that often has me choosing between accomplishing a mom task or simply holding, hugging or cuddling with my kids. Motherhood seems to take our hearts and break them, sometimes smash them to pieces, and in those times we need EXTRA KLEENEX and MASCARA to wipe up the snot and pretty up our faces. Motherhood should come with EXTRA EYES, so we can see all the things we miss out on, like the imaginations at work when our kids are at play, or continually watching them sleep. Isn't that just the greatest? Motherhood should come with DO-OVERS, for all the times I mess up, make the wrong choice, or say the wrong thing.
This I know, Motherhood does come with more joy than I could ever have imagined, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
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Happy Friday Ya'll!