This Thanksgiving I am thankful for the gift of motherhood.
The gift that forever changes you, molds you, fulfills you, and challenges you.
Motherhood makes us tough.
I think back to before Mia was born I used to wince and whine about having my eyebrows waxed, and then you have a baby, and I have done it both with the pain and with out and it’s not fun either way. Tough!
And even if you did not birth your child, you went through the endless sleepless nights with a newborn, and in the morning you toughed it up, drank a cup of coffee, and made it work.
But, the minute that little bundle smiles back at you for the first time it’s all worth it, and you experience a level of joy and fulfillment unlike anything else you have ever felt before.
Cleaning up the puke, breaking up fights, trading in your free time to become the taxi driver, it’s all worth it when your little girl hands you a picture she drew of the two of you and spontaneously wraps her arms around you and whispers “I love you.”
Today I was tough and weepy all in the same moment.
We were on our third try to get a blood sample for Wit to test for a egg allergy (don’t worry not all in the same day). The flu shot apparently has egg in it, and with the history of his sever allergies I didn’t feel comfortable giving it to him with out doing a test.
It took 4 of us to hold him down, and as I sang to him, I looked over to see blood finally flowing, and my voice broke. I was so thankful for that blood finally! Finally we didn’t have to go through this again. Finally I could scoop up my screaming baby and hold him in my arms and comfort him. Tough!
So many lessons, so much growth in the past 7 years with the miracle of these three children.