Intertwined

Please excuse the poor lighting a poor quality of the iPhone pictures. But I had to post, for my own memory if for nothing else. A moment before I snapped this picture Wyn was cuddled up in my pocket (the space behind my knees when I lay on the couch) and Pais came running up to me and said "Go!", luckily I speak Paisley so I knew she meant come. So I leaned over and and Pais brushed my hair out of my face so she could kiss me. Seconds later I melted all over the floor. Sigh.... Then she ran behind our easel and drew on the wall and I cursed under my breathe. Proof that perfect moments happen to the imperfect and that I'm living with toddlers.

As I'm approaching my last day at the hospital at the hill I'm getting more and more excited to spend my days with these tiny humans. Excited for the intimacy that comes with staying at home with kids. Knowing my girls and all their quirky, wonderful, funny, stylish and moody ways.

As I've been approaching my last day many people have been overjoyed with me but some have felt a need to put a negative spin on what I count to be joy. Telling me my mind will turn to mush or someday I'll get sick of only being known as "Wyndham and Paisley's mom". I'm not sure that I'll ever get sick of being know as their mom. In my heart I know that I am much more than 'just a mother' but at the same time I know that my identity will forever be intertwined with my role as their mother. I know that someday they will not need me. My goal is to teach them to love and respect me but not need me. To only need God and love him first and love their spouse second. To teach them to have roots and wings.

Someday they will have wings with which they will leave my nest. But for now, for now I cherish post nap snuggles, unprovoked kisses, middle of the night rocking, impromptu picnics at the park, temper tantrums and working through toddler emotions. All the ups and downs I treasure. I love ever moment of the wonderful and many times trying toddler years.