Some days seem longer than others.
Those days when I am not the mom I want my kids to learn from.
The other night after each of my children fell asleep I went into their rooms. I felt like I didn't enjoy them that day.
It wasn't until they fell asleep, when I realized that my patience level was embarrassing to admit. I held each of their hands and watched their peaceful faces as they were sleeping. I began to cry and ask God for help. I thought about how it was the only time I had asked him for help that day.
I talked to each of my dreaming babies about how much I love them. How much I really do enjoy them but I forget about what really matters. I forget that speaking truth to their hearts is much more important than how they act on the outside.