love makes the world go round
In the midst of all these bad dreams, pneumonia-laden lungs and a body full of faulty connective tissue, I am a mother.
A mother of four beautiful children who need me to be emotionally present in their lives.
We are trying our darnedest to create an emotionally safe home for these precious ones God has blessed us with. Lots of times I fail. I resort to anger and impatience and the poor coping mechanisms I was raised with.
And many times I choose love. And forgiveness. And patience.
And snuggles.
Always the snuggles bring us back to center.
Early in the morning, before anyone else is moving, Fisher creeps into my room with a book and with his sweet blue eyes asks if I will read to him, “just one chapter before school?”
Late at night, after everyone is done moving, Annesley will sneak into my arms for just one more hug and kiss before bed.
And my heart swells with oceans of gratitude that I, the person who never wanted to be a mother, the person who entered marriage as such a broken, angry soul, the person who believed my life was far more important than a child’s life, get to hold these children in my arms and nurture them with my heart.
I get to mother.
I'm Tracy, a mama with big dreams, crazy ideas, loads of laughter, an insatiable desire to learn, and enormous piles of laundry.
