Light bulb!! I could hire someone to watch the kids while I work! Isn't that what the other mommies do? Yes; the solution! Let's see... childcare, times five. Yikes! That would be my entire paycheck! Never mind...
I always wanted to be a mommy. I say this outloud to myself on the hard says. Like a mantra. "I want to be a mommy! I want to be a mommy!" Color on the walls? Shoes all over the floor? Muddy footprints in my kitchen? "I want to be a mommy! I want to be a mommy!"
Children are like magnets and I'm the big white fridge. They stick to me, drawn continually to all my sides. There's no escape. It is a tug-of-war. I need that mommy escape to Wal-mart, but as soon as I walk out the door my heart tightens in my chest and I miss their sweet faces. An unexpected symptom of Motherhood.
I remember the Truth. I am called to Motherhood Ministry. I do enjoy my kids. I would miss them greatly if I were gone all day, every day. I am a
I'm in too deep to turn back now. Might as well grab those sweet chubby hands and run the race set before us. Ready, set, go! Wait. Yes. I can tie your shoes. What? You forgot the water bottle? UH? You need to potty???