Does it get any better?!

Ok, tribute to mommy-hood time. I had the pleasure of spending an evening recently lying next to a 6 year old while holding the hand of an eight year old that was dangling down from the bunk above me. And no, there was no feeling in my fingers by the time I let go in case that was on your mind.

My kids wanted me to sing to them before bed. It has been years since anyone has wanted me to sing to them. I forgot how much I loved doing it. They had forgotten how much they loved hearing it. I sang a few songs and Tyler asked if I knew any more songs. If that doesn't make a mommy who is now known strictly as "mom" cry, I don't know what would. Tyler my dear, I know a million songs more if you'll lay in your bed, hold my hand and listen to me sing.

They fell asleep that way. One tangled up in my left arm all cozy next to me, the other one dangling his arm over the side of the bunk holding my hand. I pulled myself away and found myself just wanting to stare at them. These are the kids who barely have time for a snack after school before they play. The same kids who look at me like I'm an idiot when I tell them to wear a coat because it's cold outside. The kids who every morning without fail remind me to sign their planners and pack them a snack...because I've forgotten ...oh wait, I've never forgotten! In the 4 years I've been sending children to school, I've never forgotten!! But just in case, they remind me. Because we are approaching that fabulous stage of "I know more than you mom!" and I dread it and am slightly amused by the idea of it.

So as I look at these little faces who begged for more songs before bed I just wished for a minute that if there is a big camera or video recorder in Heaven that documents all the "big" moments in our lives, that this one would qualify. Maybe not as a big moment, but the kind that if you were to review the whole dang thing with it's ups and downs and sideways, that this moment would show something to whoever was watching. That the story of my life was a fabulous, crazy, messy, silly, love filled story. That little children wanted to hear me sing as the last sound in their ears before they slept. That has to mean a lot more than all the money I didn't make in my lifetime. Or all the degrees I didn't finish. Or the toilets I didn't scrub....no toilet has ever wanted to hear me sing. Mommyhood, it ain't for sissys, but it's also not for the hard of heart is it?