Memory Making Messes

Usually my life as a mother consists of containing the mess.  Cleaning the mess. Wondering where in the world that mess came from and generally just embracing the mess. Then there comes the days where I take part in making the messes.  Yes, it’s usually few and far in between, but when those days come, it’s always memorable. This past …

Counting My Blessings Instead of My Messes

Today as I glance around my house, taking in the multiple “mini” messes that have created one gigantic disaster, the piles and mountains of things that need to be washed (including my children) and catch a glimpse of my less than chic appearance in the hallway mirror, I have decided to shrug my tired shoulders and count my blessings instead …

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I said Yes…

While the littles napped, Liam came to me and sweetly asked if we could share a “cup of warm, not hot, cocoa.”  My first thought was of the mess, the effort and the extra sugar that that would involve, but then I looked into my oldest’s sweet face and realized that my son wanted to spend a moment with me, …