Ever had one of those days that you just want to crawl under a rock and cry? You have no idea why or what leads to that feeling, but you know that it would just feel good to let everything out. Yeah, I have those more often than I like to admit.
For a while, I started to take my husband for granted. I actually started to slip into a little bit of a depression. Once I realized what was going on within my head, I tried to snap myself out of it and made a promise to myself that I wouldn't let it happen again. I love my husband more than just about anything in this world. More than myself. He is everything to me. He loves me for me...he promised himself to me...he gave me two of the most beautiful, adorable, lovable, entertaining, precious gifts ever.
There are days that I question the choice that we decided to have two babies so close in age. After all...neither of them can really communicate yet, both are still in diapers, both still need constant supervision (when will that end??? lol), both have tantrums - sometimes at the SAME time, both fight naps - again, sometimes at the SAME time. But...both of them love me and their daddy unconditionally. And for that...I want to be their rock. I will teach them to be gracious, courteous, honest people. I will teach them to accept people despite their differences. I will raise them first as their mother, second as their friend. In my opinion, it can't be done the other way around because I've seen that go terribly wrong. First and foremost, I will teach them to love God and follow His plans...after all...He is the ultimate teacher. The ultimate friend.