A few Sunday's ago I left sacrament for what seemed like the millionth time. I thought to myself someday I will sit through sacrament. I looked at Joey and felt instant remorse at my thought. When that day comes I won't be holding a sweet baby, I won't be heading to the mothers lounge to nurse him. I won't have children sitting on my lap, or causing interruptions. I felt sorrow for the day I would sit through sacrament.
People say to me all the time, I don't know how you do it.
I don't know how you go with out sleep.
I don't know how you raise 3 wild boys so young.
First of all I am not alone. I have a father in heaven constantly lifting my burdens, guiding me through.
And second I LOVE it. I love getting up at 6am and nursing Joey back to sleep. I love waking up and realizing one of my toddlers has snuck into my bed. I love the noise of playing, the toys and other random things all over the house. I love the cuddles, hugs, silliness and compliments. It makes the fighting and crying all worth it.
So I hope this phase goes by slow. I hope I can enjoy every minute of it. I tell Jax all the time please stop growing up and he replies, " I have too mom. I have to get big like you so I can go on a mission."
I hope it takes a long time for that day to come, because I love being a mom.
