cherish.

there i was standing in the kitchen FUMING mad because hayden accidentally knocked off william's lunch ( which was smashed up carrots and peas, and blueberries for dessert) off the table and onto my freshly, washed, sparkly floor. really? repeating in my mind over and over again "its okay, i will just wipe it up." "not a big deal." "kara, remember your new year goal." "breathe, breathe, breathe." 

after that was all cleaned up i then proceeded to get the boys settled with toys on the floor so i could do my jillian micheals workout on youtube.  and of course two seconds into the workout hayden throws a car which bounces off williams head. and again FUMING and lots of swear words going through my head. why can't I just get thirty minutes to myself just to do something that i wanna do. thirty. minutes. is that too much to ask for? 

workout never happened, boys are clingy, read the same book over and over again (Mortimer, by Robert Munsch), play hockey, play pirates, count it all joy, is it nap time yet? 

DO NOT get me wrong i LOVE being a mom so much, it has been my dream since elementary school. But there are days where i long for the floor to stay clean for more then 20 minutes, where i would LOVE to wipe my butt ONLY, where laundry is not a every day thing, where i can go out looking half decent, and i can sleep 8 hours a night without it being interrupted. yes, those were the days! 

then BOOM, boys are napping at the SAME time which NEVER happens. get my workout done, do some crafting and log onto facebook and read a beautiful poem my dear friend Robynn wrote. and i am a weeping mess. these days are  long but the years are short,cherish that sticky floor, embrace the shit covered floor (long story, for another day), read the same book over and over again,and love them unconditionally. Because one day they will be men, and you will long for the sticky floors, and walls that are marked up by hockey sticks!

mommy i won't always want your cuddles when i sleep or for you to hold my little hand to walk across the street. daddy i won't always fight whenever you say no or stomp my feet and run away when its time to go. mommy i won't always cry every time you leave the room. And my supermarkets temper tantrums are gonna end too soon. daddy you won't always wake to find me in your bed laying sideways on your pillow where you want to lay your head. you won't always have to spend your time cleaning up my mess. and it won't always take all day for you to try and look your best. so hold me now and cuddle,don't let these moments fall. Teach and guide me through each day, I won't always be this small.

written by: robynn wiebe 

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