Mercy

We've been having a challenging time here in the That Mom household. Two kids, full time jobs, and a marriage to maintain is a lot of work. All fulfilling. But all exhausting. 

Baby brother may or may not have ingested a plant from the porch during an afternoon bubble session.  PB has a fun new habit of darting into the street or busy parking lots. Added to that fun trick, he also loves it when I chase him 'round and 'round the car in an effort to capture him and secure him in his car seat. A full container of milk poured out into my back seat in the middle of a hot summer could have proved a stinky disaster without the Hubs quick work with the Little Green Machine. Verbal "no"s from PB and screeching audible "no"s from Baby Brother grate on parental nerves several times a day. 

I'm worn out. Pooped. Wondering how much more I can take. And then.....

God's mercy. A moment, just after bath time, when from a short distance, I watched a nakey and freshly bathed PB don his towel like a cape and run, giggling hysterically, up and down the hall. And his precious Baby Brother giggling and toddling along behind. 

A feeling of calm and overwhelming love for these little people. Total joy. That one moment undid days (ok, weeks) of hard. 

These boys are amazing. And when I feel like it's getting too hard, God shows me why it's worth it. That's when I realize how very lucky and honored I am that I have been chosen to parent these active, smart, and independent boys. How blessed I am that He trusts me so much.