bex was a little under the weather today. last night he had a little fever when he went to bed. when I checked on him before I went to bed, he was still warm and after a little love, I went to my room and laid in bed listening to him sing. He sang his primary songs, his new favorite being "popcorn popping." He sang about 5 songs, in the sweetest little voice, just laying in his bed. He knew enough of the words that it was easy for me to tell what he was singing. It was a sweet moment for me.
today at the park it was clear he still wasn't feeling great as he wanted to sit with me rather than run and play. he slept for more than three hours this afternoon and afterwards was much more himself. I don't like him feeling crummy, but I sure like the cuddly side of a mellow baby.
denten was late tonight taking care of work and house stuff and as I went through our bedtime routine with everyone myself, I was thankful for the moments I have with my children. usually I have a hard time with that time of day- I just want to be done, but the past while the quiet time reading on the couch, the funny prayers they deliver, even the crazy bath time has been much more enjoyable to me. I feel that I could be doing much more with them, but sometimes a few stories and singing together in their beds is enough. Enough to feel that they know they are safe and loved. Enough to know that I'm the right mom for them. Enough to feel that Heavenly Father is pleased with my efforts.
It is a constant effort for me to balance my responsibilities as a mother to these little ones and the responsibilities I have running my household and dealing with other life stuff that just needs to be done. I do not understand how mothers who work out of the home do it all, I am in awe of their time management skills. I feel exhausted at the end of every day simply taking care of my home and my family and engaging with the friends I have close to me. I am grateful to have the opportunity to play with these little souls every day.