This morning James and I got going early and ran a few errands. We were back home by noon and we shared a quick lunch from Panera's drive-thru. (Eddie couldn't join us today.) After lunch I informed the little one that it was time for a nap. He protested, but quickly settled down and went right to sleep. When he awoke two and a half hours later it was thundering, lightning, and pouring down rain outside. The noises scare him if he's by himself so I scooped him up out of his bed and he and I snuggled in my bed while he had milk. This is our newest thing and it's my favorite thing EVER. After a nap, he asks if he can take his wubbie and paci and climb into Mama's bed. I. love. it.
Being a mama is tough work. I'm not sure you can really understand how tough it is until you're actually there. James is busy and he wants to be independent. It doesn't always work that way, though. I get frustrated with him so easily because he wants to do everything himself and it takes him ten times longer to do anything than if he'd just let me. I'm learning. I'm learning every day.
But it's moments like those after a nap, when we're snuggled up and he kisses and hugs me because he loves me when I feel completely happy to be here and with him. I'm so glad I'm his mama.
Sons are a heritage from the Lord,
children a reward from him.
Psalm 127:3
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