It's digging through the trash can at 8:30pm looking for Iron Man's head. (Thinking we'd never see the body again, I threw it there this morning, Well, guess who showed up?)
It's using #4s shorts as a baby wipe.
It's never getting a good night sleep. NEVER. ever!
It's forgetting to brush my teeth.
It's remembering at the last minute to change out of my PJs before I leave the house.
It's a lot of snuggles, hugs, and kisses
It's cooking dinner in a hot house to have not one child like it
It's sweet tiny voices and little hands holding
It's laughter, screaming, crying, running, singing, stomping, fighting, jumping,
It's loud. VERY loud!
It's counting....counting heads, counting snacks, counting socks, counting minutes, counting blessings, counting down til bedtime
It's tender moments when compassion surrounds me.
It's booger and tears.
It's fear. Fear I'll lose them. Fear they'll get hurt. Fear bigger than any fear imaginable
It's hope. Hope I'm doing ok. Hope they're ok. Hope they're happy. Hope for the future.
It's freezing the moment. Taking pictures and video. Staring at their faces trying to memorize them just as they are right now.
It's rushing and running.
It's speeding and stressing.
It's watching a lot of cartoons.
It's a lot of worry. It's anxiety. It's concern.
It's sitting down to dinner topless because you've been so busy breastfeeding you don't even notice.
It's never having enough money.
It's a lot of poop, puke and pee.
Its pride...so much pride your heart could burst.
It's late nights and early mornings.
It's forgetting and regretting.
It's trips to the emergency room.
It's beautiful and messy.
It's trying, more trying, and trying even harder.
Its being the best person you can possibly be.
It's precious and adorable.
It's mind-blowing.
It's impatience and patience.
It's waking up everyday with a purpose.
It's mini vacations alone at the grocery store.
It's the deepest sense of fulfillment.
It's struggle and accomplishment.
It's losing my temper.
It's never having enough time.
It's commitment.
It's connection.
Its happiness and pure joy
It's overwhelming.
It's so much pressure.
It's guilt, mistakes, and apologies.
It's a miracle.
It's teaching, learning, and growing together.
It's crazy, hectic and spastic.
It's realizing your child has a project, field trip, performance, or doctor's appointment at the very last minute.
It's hilarious.
It's a lot of deep breaths.
It's improvising.
It's figuring out what really matters.
It's LOVE...in the truest sense of the word.
It's everything I have ever wanted and more.
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