A day in the life of me…

I’m going to share something I wrote a while back. It’s a day in my life, just so you can better catch a glimpse of how much I love being a mommy…

I am awakened each morning at 5:52am by Dave’s alarm clock. He ever so slowly gets around to hitting the snooze button in time for me to fall back asleep only to be reawakened by the obnoxious alarm again at 6am. After me nudging him and threatening him that if he’s late to work one more time… he finally gets out of bed. I doze again only for a few short moments until he kisses me goodbye at 6:30am. My day promptly starts at 7am when Brody wakes up.

Hungry and in need of a diaper change, we proceed downstairs where I let out the dog who is anxiously awaiting my opening of the door so she doesn’t make a mess all over my floor. I feed Brody and change him. I set him down to quickly check my email before preparing Mason’s breakfast. By prepare, I mean I poor him a sippy of Soy milk with one dropper-ful of liquid vitamins and I open a package of cherry poptarts of which he only receives one. Mason is awakened by the loudness of everyone up and moving around and the pitter patter of large dog toenails across a house that is 85% hardwood flooring.

Mason is fed, changed and our day begins. He and brother play together in the floor. We read books, color, walk or play outside if weather is permitting. If you’ve made it this far and think my life sounds incredibly boring, just hold on a few paragraphs more.

Somewhere in there I’ve managed to fold a load of laundry that takes three times the amount of time it should because toddlers like to unfold it and throw it about the room. But that’s ok, because he thinks he’s “helping”. I’ve also grabbed a moment to empty the dishwasher, which again takes longer than it should because babies like to climb into dishwashers. At lease mine do. So after an hour of folding clothes and putting away dishes, it’s lunch time.

I make lunch for the boys and myself and we sit together at the table. Mason so very elegantly eats his rice or yogurt without making much of a mess while my lunch is all over my face and the floor because Brody’s little fingers are trying to grab it and eating like this is no easy task. Lunch is over, dishes are done.

Playtime it is. This is when I sit on the couch and watch my two beautiful sons play. I watch as Brody watches every move Mason makes wondering if he can do it to. He attempts; sometimes success, sometimes failure. I watch the look on Mason’s face as he’s learning to share his toys and it’s a very difficult learning lesson. But he’s handling it very well.

I put them down for a nap and get the remainder of my chores or school work/studying done in time for them to wake up. Dave should be home soon and I can’t wait.

I prepare dinner so it’s ready when Dave walks in the door at 5pm. This is when the best moment of my day occurs. Dave opens the door and is greeted by two very happy boys. Mason runs to daddy so excited and Brody crawls as fast as his little knees will carry him. Henceforth, mommy is non-existent unless there is a diaper to change or a hungry belly. I am ok with this because I love the look on their faces and the joy in their hearts when they get to spend time with Daddy.

By the time we eat dinner, get everyone bathed and dressed in Pj’s it’s time for bed. We put the boys to bed and sit and relax on the couch. This is our time to catch up. This is our chance to sit back and look at the beautiful family God has given us, of which we helped create.

My life may seem boring and redundant. It may seem like I don’t accomplish much staying at home with my children. It may seen petty and unrewarding to some. But to me, my life is the most amazing thing and I couldn’t have wished for anything more. My life is a blessing. My life is filled with a husband and two little boys who call me mommy. My life is dedicated to making sure everyone is taken care of, fed, loved and happy. My life is that of so many other moms out there who go unrecognized. But the lack of recognition of a mother is something she often doesn’t mind. And that is because every morning she is awakened by little voices who need her. By little hearts that love her and by little feet that follow her around. And there is no greater joy in a mother’s heart than hearing the word “mommy”, or the cry of a boo boo that she can kiss and make better, or the joy of that milestone they just reached because of her love and encouragement.

So a day in the life of me is more than just tedious tasks that are repeated day after day. A day in the life of me is filled with constant joy, love and the occasional bit of frustration thrown in. A day in the life of me is… well, it’s perfect.