The week I got my face peed on.

This week I got my face peed on.  It was in a weak, gullible moment where I was caught off guard and made vulnerable by refusing to allow TV. I just didn't see it comin'.  I still don't know exactly how I let it happen.

Right now, I'm wearing an extra large, obnoxious fitting mens T-shirt because all my tops have been dirtied with gooey white streaks of baby barf, a token of Elsie's stomach flu. They are waiting for me, down stairs by the washer in a pile of smelly wreckage.

On top of this I feel irreparably sleep deprived, I haven't done my hair in 5 days, and haven't exercised or produced any healthy balanced meals in way too long.
The kids have successfully taken over and won.

Yet despite all of this, and whatever body fluids come my way, I can't seem to get enough of them.  I have ended each day satisfied, and well loved, and at least mildly entertained.

Motherhood, and the love of a mother, is a funny thing.
 
A mother's love is such an instinctual, inspiring, directing force.  It must be biological, God given.
Yes, there are days that I would like to get paid for what I do or receive an award for my monotonous hours spent. But honestly, I feel like as a mother I always at the end of the day get back more than I put in.

Little kids have a way of making you feel loved like no one else.  They are genuine, excepting and almost always up for a hug.  

This morning I woke up to "Here mom, you can snuggle with this."  It was whispered in my ear during those early, silent hours of the morning.  You know, the time where kids are motivated to get up and watch movies but their parents still lie unconscious. I wake up 2 hours, and one full length movie, later and discover that cradled and hugged in my arm, is a cherry red plastic heart filled with skittles- Liam's valentine candy. The widows mite .  .  . of sorts.


Other Reasons I know Liam loves me:

• When we play pretend he always lets me be the princess, the beautiful girl in the tutu, the true love.
• He says "Mom, you're the best!!" (In a voice that sound like he's announcing an award)
• He makes me hot chocolate
• He begs for me to come and give him "just, one more good night kiss!"
• He paints me the most beautiful pictures of lines, and trains, and tumbleweed ;)
• He tells me I can "jump in (his) bed and snuggle with him any time I want," even though he is forbidden from doing the same in ours.

What person wouldn't give anything for that kinda love? Motherhood is a beautiful, chaotic, soul-satisfying event.