For years I hated sharing that I stayed home to care for my precious ones. That I sacrificed all the dreams and plans to care for them first. And it wasn't others reactions......it was my own. The frustration, tiredness, anger (at times) that my identity was fully and completely wrapped up in them.
But miracles were worked in......
chubby little boy hugs
sweet smiles straight from naptime
the crazy stories created by the oldest
the random gifts for "the best mommy ever"
cuddling on the couch
chasing them around the yard
the beauty of watching them grow
Just in experiencing the small, ordinary moments of life with them I saw how infinitely blessed I am. My heart swelled with love, joy, peace with the identity I have.....Mama. And I wouldn't change it for anything.