Mommy hood confessions ...

As with most of life's big changes ... I don't think you are ever fully prepared for parenthood until you dive head first into the chaos that you soon learn to cherish. I can't imagine my life without Griffin and Claire, yet less than two years ago I didn't know either of them. Some days are crazy, but most are pretty fun and full of sweet moments I'm already clinging to as they continue to grow and change despite my protesting. :)

This day was crazy. Claire had a fussy morning. We had two doctors appointments for Griffin this afternoon. Naptime was rough and I had two kiddos melting down as I was trying to get dinner ready that Claire later refused to eat. Then, minutes later everyone was happy and we were cuddling up on the couch watching Toy Story and waiting for Daddy to get home. We had a fun bath/bed time and everyone went right to sleep. Then I spent the rest of the being neck deep in laundry, packing lunches and getting all of our stuff ready for a pool playdate tomorrow morning.

So I find myself on the brink of 29 years old married to my best friend who i love more every day, with a little girl and a baby boy I adore and a part-time career that I have always wanted (and wish I had just a teensy but more time for). My house is no longer as clean as I'd like it to be and elaborate meals have taken a backseat for the time being to simple quesadilla's. I don't feel 29, or old enough to have two kids I'm responsible for every day.

I read this post on a blog I follow tonight and the timing couldn't have been more perfect. In the midst of chaos I try to remember these things and what really matters when it come to my children and my personal goals as their mother.

"I love my children with heart-wrenching imperfection. But I have a death-grip on the truth that He is ever-changing me.

So I will run hard after Him. I will choose to do hard things. I will choose challenge over comfort.

My love, patience and mercy have limits. So I will push those limits. And they will grow, by His grace.

I will not waste my time nurturing my regrets. They are worthless and limiting.

I will recognize my mistakes and declare revolution on my failure, pursuing the only One who gives victory.

Like an athlete who spends years training for that one moment of Olympic glory, I will train my knees to bend and my hands to raise every morning in desperate prayer that my children will fall in love with Him too.

I will fight for their faith until they have faith enough to fight for themselves…and others."