Confession. I get tired as a mom. Sometimes I get caught up in routine and question what it is I love and adore about being a mom. The making of breakfast, snacks, lunch, second lunch, dinner? Laundry? Wiping bums, changing diapers, cleaning spills and spit up??
My wise husband told me to lay the baby down for a nap and take Maddux to the beach--just the two of us. It made me realize how much I missed my Maddux. My little silly, sweet, curious baby boy. I realized I'd been on auto-pilot driving toward nannyhood instead of being engaged in motherhood. I'm thankful for the reminder. Here's to remembering this tomorrow.
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