BEDTIME REMINDERS – FOR THE WEARY MOMMA

One day when 7:30pm rolls around it won’t be anything more then another hour in the day, but tonight they need me.

Tonight, even though they have pushed me to my limits all day, tested boundaries and had to have more fights broken up then I could keep track of, tonight they need “big hugs & so many kisses.” Tonight, even though they are growing so big, they said “Mommy, will you sleep with me.” Tonight, even though I’ve climbed the stairs 1/2 a dozen times since they laid down, they needed me again as growing pains started making their legs hurt. Tonight, even after being held all day, they needed one more snuggle before finally giving into the sleepiness.

These days are long, and the nights aren’t much different. They, more often then not, are full of everything I mentioned and more. They are full of more love then I could of ever dreamed of or hoped to have. They are full of chubby little hands folded so sweetly by sleepy faces. These nights are full of snuggles and whispered secrets. My evenings aren’t my own, just like my heart isn’t my own anymore.

heart outside

“MAKING THE DECISION TO HAVE A CHILD – IT IS MOMENTOUS. IT IS TO DECIDE FOREVER TO HAVE YOUR HEART GO WALKING AROUND OUTSIDE YOUR BODY.”

-AGUSTA ASHFORD

So even though I desperately want a few minutes to just relax after playing referee all day, I’ll stay and watch your little belly rise & fall as you breath. I’ll come sleep with you, just one more time, because one day you won’t ask. Most of all, I’ll try to remember this when I am too tired to notice how special these moments really are.

days spent

“HOW WE SPEND OUR DAYS IS, OF COURSE, HOW WE SPEND OUR LIVES.”

-ANNIE DILLARD

Momma’s I don’t know about you but this is the life I chose. I prayed for each of my littles, pleaded that the Lord would bless our family with a baby, then another, and another…

Its a tiring thing being a Momma. Somedays there just isn’t enough coffee in the world to change that. BUT, I pray that we can all remember that this is such a rewarding “job.” Our job pays in slobbery kisses, chubby hands full of flowers, and drive by hugs. We’re paid in silly stories, with “Mom look what I can do” moments, with giggles and so much love.

I pray that at the end of the day when we are exhausted and ready to just be done, that we can remember the love more than the inconvenience of having to walk up the stairs one more time. These moments are worth it, they are the ones, that if we’re not careful, we will look back and wish we had taken more of.

Hug your babies, tuck them in an extra time, there is nothing to lose that is worth more than a few more minutes spent with our children.

children are a gift

CHILDREN ARE A GIFT FROM THE LORD;
THEY ARE A REWARD FROM HIM.
CHILDREN BORN TO A YOUNG MAN
ARE LIKE ARROWS IN A WARRIOR’S HANDS.
HOW JOYFUL IS THE MAN WHOSE QUIVER IS FULL OF THEM!…

-PSALM 127:3-5(NLT)

-Steph

(this post was written after one of those days when you are ready for it to be tomorrow, before its even lunchtime)

12 thoughts on “BEDTIME REMINDERS – FOR THE WEARY MOMMA

  1. Margaret Westhoff says:

    I can relate to all of this. As the mother of two toddlers, I am always exhausted by the end of the day. But I can never forget what a wonderful gift from God my children are, and that one day, they will grow up, but today, they need me.

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  2. Lisa Tanner says:

    Yes, some days are certainly long, but I’m so thankful to spend them with my kids. Really appreciated your line about remembering love more than the inconvenience of walking up the stairs. Such great encouragement, thank you!

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  3. mjndiaye says:

    Love the messages here. Even on the most trying days, I cherish the time I snuggle up to sleep with my little guy. He’ll only want to wrap his arms around me and kiss my face for so long and I’m going to relish it as much as I can!

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