Last night as I was getting my boots to head to church, I pulled a toy out of one and thought, I love being a Mom. I am trying to see each day with thankful eyes, loving these little people and accepting their messes as part of the small, small price of having a house full of people to share life with. The Lord is so good to me, so faithful. All last fall I felt like I was drowning under the weight of homeschooling, of mothering, of homemaking. I am so very happy to say that the Lord has lifted me out of that difficult funk, and is granting strength and grace each day. I still struggle, but He is helping me and walks with me. Praise and thanks to Him!
|Baby eight and baby one are good friends! She won't like me calling her my baby, but she still is, in my mind. :)|
Today, we are going to do a lot of whatever strikes our fancy....or at least that's the plan. The girls want to try their hand at sewing some clothes for their American girl dolls, and I would like to get some kids in the kitchen to do some baking with me. I confess, I have to 'gear up' for kids in the kitchen. I often feel so pressed for time that I don't allow helpers as much as I should. But today, we will bake. I still keep a list on the inside of one of my cabinet doors to remind me who has had a turn as a kitchen helper. It's right next to the list of whose sheets I last washed. Lists are my friend!
|We had a wonderful visit with my Mom-in-law last week.|
I hope you enjoy your day, too.