One Day

This week has been a long one. I’m approaching the weekend anticipating some time spent alone with my love on a mountain in a cabin for our anniversary. I’m feeling spent, worn out, exhausted and at times, frustrated. Motherhood is hard work! Training little souls takes a lot of energy!

One day I won’t have to worry about most of these problems.

One day I won’t have to deal with the sleeplessness of a little boy without his rabbit.

One day I won’t have to try and make enough room on my lap for all three.

One day I won’t have to step with care to avoid Lego and carefully laid train tracks.

One day I won’t have to sit in the doorway until their eyes drift shut.

One day I won’t have to worry about the suffocation of my daughter by loving arms.

One day they won’t need me holding their hands to walk across the grass.

One day my comfort won’t be the only thing that will make it better when they boink their head.

One day I will be able to eat my meal without interruption.

One day I won’t be the center of the universe, the love of their life.

One day I will miss these days.

And on that day, these days will inspire sentiment and longing, not frustration.
This season is draining, but it is so precious.

Endless days, but short lived years.

These little hands and hearts are treasured, even in my weariness.

But hug wrestles? I think they’re here to stay.