A "mothering" edition, because it is just so appropriate today . . . even though it would be better suited in May.
49. I don't actually need Ellie to tell me that she hates to clean. I remember that from the last time.
50. There comes a point where the whining needs to stop. Even if it's by me putting my fingers in my ears and shouting "La-la-la-la" in my head.
51. My kids make me laugh. Every day. And it catches me off guard almost every time, because I can't figure out how they are so funny.
52. My kids also make me cry. Almost as often.
53. I check on my sleeping girls every night when I go to bed, and I kiss my finger and put it on their noses. I've done the same thing nearly every night of their lives.
54. One of these nights I'm going to crawl in bed with Meg and sleep there until morning. Mostly because I can't fit in Addie's crib, and I'm concerned about climbing up onto Ellie's top bunk.
55. I'm pretty sure that I love one of my girls more than the others . . . and the one changes by the minute.
56. I hope that one of my girls sings, one of my girls plays soccer, one of my girls writes, and one of my girls goes to the University of Notre Dame. They can all be the same one.
57. It makes me tear up every time someone tells me my kids are kind and good friends to other children.
58. I really hope that my girls are good friends to each other as they grow up as well and that the four of us enjoy spending time together when they are grown.
59. The hardest thing about being a mom is having your heart walk around outside of your body in the form of a little person. The second hardest thing is patiently saying something for the hundredth time.
60. When I look at my girls I see the negative things they have inherited from me and none of the positive things.
61. I would happily give up all of my dreams for my kids as long as they serve God and follow Him with all of their hearts.
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