* I write my posts in the evening and then set them to "go" on their own in the morning. I'm editing this in now and have to be honest, I think it's weird that this post is here on this historic day in America. More on this later, after I write Report Cards and have a chance to blog*
Motherhood is divine.
All I ever wanted to be was a mother.
Sure, I wanted to be a classroom school teacher just like Laura Ingalls Wilder. But really, really, really, all I ever wanted to be was a mother.
There are so many 'messy days'; days when I feel caught up in the fullness of life. My mind swirling in a million directions.
But lately, I've learned, and am working at looking up from that swirling and seeing what's before me.
Hearing what they say.
Seeing the 'mess' as beautiful.
And do you know what happens? The swirling stops.
It stops when she's humming a song as she's getting into her jammies.
It stops when I listen to Anna play the viola.
It stops when I look at the husband that built this life with me.
And I am grateful for those moments and in those moments.
Yes, motherhood is Divine.