Being a mother is hard work! I'm sure every mother out there would agree. Every day is such a balancing act. And every day it seems I struggle with the same things - loosing my patience when I really shouldn't, getting upset over spilled milk, worrying that I'm not doing enough, wondering if I am becoming the mother they both need me to be, and trying to find the balance between disciple and just go.
But at the end of the day, when I tuck my girls into bed and watch them drift off into peaceful sleep, all of the worrying, wondering, and frustration melts away. When I am cuddled in bed, reading stories with Antalya, or when Victoria is nestled in to my chest, it doesn't seem to matter how many times I lost my patience during the day, or how many mistakes I made. I know that they love me, and they know that I love them - and everything else falls into the background. I like to think of these quiet moments as God's gift to mothers. As I watch them sleep I feel renewed energy and determination to be better the next day.