There are some things that no one tells you about motherhood.
No one tells you that it's actually possible for a four year old to ask exactly 74 question on a twenty-minute drive and around question 41, you'll want to bang your head against the window.
No one tells you that at some point, your child will throw something at you like strawberries. Because heaven forbid you attempt to feed your child something healthy and abhorrent like a strawberry.
No one tells you that your child will be red in the face screaming at you because you had the nerve to get up and do something insane - like go to the bathroom and pee.
No one tells you about how about how relieved you'll be at bedtime or how much you'll cry from exhaustion or feeling like a failure. No one tells you that you're house and your bathrooms and your carpets and your everything will never ever be the same again.
And probably because of this:
Tommy reminds me to be thoughtful and careful with my words. He
encourages me to speak life and kindness and is quick to call me out when he hears otherwise. He invites me to adventure
and to play and he lets me know how he feels or if I've hurt him. He
shares my passion and love for music. And his tender, compassionate and sensitive heart, reminds me of
To my precious boys Tommy and Jacob - I love you both more than you will ever know. No matter how I've struggled or will struggle as we all grow up together, I will thank God every day for giving you both to your daddy and me. I have never known a greater joy than getting to be your mama. I love you both so, so very much.