"Oh the screaming, the crying, the chaos! Is this normal? Is it supposed to be like this?"
I find my self wondering as I adapt to life as a mom. Why does it seem like the house is always messy and I can never quite catch up? What am I doing wrong? Shouldn't it be easier than this? But when I'm on the verge of loosing it, you walk in and stand in the midst of all the chaos, just happy to be home. You wrap me in your arms and ask me how my day was. I savour the moment then a toddler squeezes in and yells, "group hug!"
Baby cries to be fed, I continue with dinner preparations, and the moment passes like meany perfect but ordinary moments do. Later, I catch myself dreaming of romance, roses, and hotel stays, time that's only ours and I wish that could be our life. Then I come to the conclusion that it will be like that one day. But for now, I am so increadbly blessed that you're here with me right in the middle of all the chaos.
So even though our current reality is more movies and ice cream than hotels and roses, I wouldn't want it any other way.