I think God gives us mamas an invisible thread of impenetrable love for our kids that runs deep through our core. We don't know it even exists until we're on the brink of bat-shit crazy. We call on it when they make us absolutely insane. When they are so wretched and badly behaved and disobedient and out of control that no one else wants to be in the same house as them. Its the instinct that makes us stay in the house with them instead of lighting ourselves on fire and running into the nearest moving vehicle. Its what makes us check on them while they sleep even though they've been absolutely horrid just moments before. This is grace. That God gives us this indescribable instinct to love and protect and just plain tolerate our littles even when they are beyond intolerable. And then God goes further and provides corners of laughter and fun just when we think there is none to be found.
For that thread of love, this week, I am unspeakably grateful.
I'm also thankful for
an amazing nanny
getting to leave for work two mornings a week
sleeping bags
stairs
laughter
that even when they're naughty, they are cute
naptime
Thank you, God, for my kids. And thank you for keeping me sane.