I type this as my 11 month old daughter is chewing on the tail of her stuffed cow and banging together 2 toys, thinking it's the coolest thing anyone has ever done, my 2 older boys are doing school work and my 2 younger boys are playing together. They are all being so sweet and it's peaceful in my house right now. This is one of those mushy moments. I look at those 5 little stinkers and think to myself "How could I possibly be done having children?". I just can't. We have a while until we can have any more (finances, vehicle situation, The Navy etc.), but I know I'm not done. If I am to believe I have a purpose, this is most definitely it. Being a mom.
Last night my husband and I had one of those moments where we had a good reminder of just how sweet our children can be. He went to the kids rooms to check on them shortly before we went to bed. Wyatt, our 4 year old, had his stuffed dog and stuffed bear (who he HAS to sleep with every night) carefully tucked in beside him, each with their own little blanket. We were completely mush. It was just so absolutely sweet and adorable. Then, this morning, while breastfeeding my daughter in her nursery, she looks at me, smiled a big smile and said "mama", then went back to nursing. Again, completely MUSH.
What have they done to me? What have they done to us? Whatever it is, I don't mind at all.