Last night as I was reflecting on the day and how I hardly got any chores done, I reminded myself that stuff isn’t important. What is important are my boys. Oliver and Liam. The time I spend cleaning the kitchen, picking up toys, or making our bed will only result in a clean space for at most a day. But the time I devote to my children will turn into memories, it will help them learn and grow, and most of all, they will know they are loved and that they are special.
When I do start feeling a bit frazzled I just think of my mom and how devoted she was to us. And how she still is. To this day if any of us need her for anything she stops what she is doing or even changes her plans all together to help us out. She is the most loving mother and is my role model. I have so many wonderful memories of my childhood and most all of them are of my family. And I want that for my children. So I decided last night that today I would do better at putting my kids first. And that meant leaving my bowl of cereal (and I LOVE my cereal) to go play with Oliver in his room. His huge smile was the best reward as I chased him down the hall and spun him around.
