It's a wonder.
It's wanting to be the best mom, the fun mom, and the "yes" mom, but not fulfilling that some days.
It's singing lullabies at night, rocking babies to sleep, and kissing them just one more time before you go to bed.
It's putting your needs aside, rearranging your dreams for theirs, and thinking of them before yourself.
It's wanting them to grow up just like me and nothing like me all at the same time.
It's a room full of giggles, a cabinet full of colorful dishes, and little heads full of curls...
It's the house of hard knocks, the calling that can bring the most pain and the most joy, and a job that no college course could've prepped you for.
It's a walk in the park, it's holding those little hands, and seeing yourself in their eyes.
It's a test of your marriage, an option to grow closer together or further apart, and talking late into the night about the how's, the why's, and the when's.
It's being in control, being out of control, and constantly reminding yourself that God is in control.
It's you wanting your way, the husband wanting his, and the children wanting theirs.
It's a marathon.
It's focusing on Him, stepping back from all the nonsense, and giving all you got without distraction.
It's face painting at the fair, snow cones after lunch, and waking up and feeling like they all grew 3 inches overnight.
It's yelling when I shouldn't, feeling frazzled over the small stuff, and mommy guilt as far as the eye can see.
It's feeling tired, feeling consumed, feeling lost, but feeling blessed beyond what you deserve.
It's a journey of grace.
He didn't call us to motherhood to see how we would do, but because He knew we could do it. With His help, of course.
He cares about the day to day, the mundane, and the petty things. He cares about the potty training, the disciplining, and the sweeping of the crumbs.
So all the good, all the bad, and all the ugly is worth it.
Crazy, but worth it.