I Am A Mom

I hear the pouting sighs of a 2 year old through the monitor that sits beside my bed throughout the night, because I am a mom.

I am woken up by little hands, little feet, little faces, sweet kisses and soft snuggles, because I am a mom.

I am taking orders for breakfast... 4 different requests for 4 different tummies, because I am a mom.

I am eating my breakfast as i clear off the table... leftover scraps of eggs, bacon, jelly toast, eggo waffles, yogurt and a few spoonfuls of cereal, because I am a mom.

I am walking out the door in my running shoes waving bye to a crying 2 year old in daddy's arms who doesn't realize I really will be right back, because I am a mom.

I am taking a very non-private shower, because I am a mom.

I am washing a load of laundry containing shirts stained forever, tiny panties galore, muddy socks, and questionable bedding, because I am a mom.

I am chasing naked toddlers, discouraging a mismatched outfit, and finding a favorite shirt hoping it is clean enough, because I am a mom.

I am rangling small bodies in and out the door, into and out of a cluttered family car, in and out of sticky carseats, and fastening and unfastening seatbelts, because I am a mom.

I wash little heads, shoulders, knees, and toes, getting splashed with water and wet hugs alike, because I am a mom.

I am singing lullabies, giving multiple rounds of kisses and hugs, providing one more drink here and there, and tucking in 4 sleepy bodies, because I am a mom.

I reflect on my day with tired eyes, an aching body, a smile and a heart full of love, because I am a mom.