My Heroes

I read this quote the other day...

It really hit home for me.

My life has been way less then simple.

I am definitely not comparing myself to anyone else, I know that each person has their own story.

Bringing home those brand new babies.

Each time a new life is given to you, to hold in your arms--you are so over come with love, joy & a sense of fulfillment.

Little did I know, as I watching my precious babies grow--they were sent to me for a purpose.

Over the years

you run around, making dinners, school lunches, fixing boo-boos, taking care of them when their sick, resolving arguments, cheering them on, being told "your the meanest mom", getting big hugs for no reason, having a "who loves who the most" contest & listening to their laughter.

This never did prepare me for the answer of "why?" I had been blessed with my wonderful children.

God had a plan, he knew exactly what the "Plan" was!

Was it obvious at first? No, I would say not.

I had a feeling inside that what I was trying so hard to cling to something--anything, to fix what I thought was broken. I spent a lot of time praying.

 Coming to the reality now that my life, our life, is coming to an abrupt end, but also a new beginning with the divorce. This has truly enlightened me, that my children--especially my daughters were the ones that were actually sent to 

SAVE me.

Oh, I definitely believe that God had the largest part in it--but working through my children, I was finally given the faith in myself.

Seeing that so much more clearly now, 

I have a full heart,

full of love, pride & blessings

knowing now that

my children were sent

to me

to be my Heroes---to rescue me!

Mom's Clothesline

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I woke up this morning with my cup of coffee in hand. I'm not quite sure what brought this favorite childhood memory to mind.

Remembering a time when I was carefree, life seemed so simple, no worries or troubles.

Watching my mom hang our newly washed blankets & sheets on our clothesline.

Running through the grass barefoot, giggling & laughing as I would run back & forth through the fresh damp fabric. The smell of the laundry soap mixing with the warm summer air. The sun shining down & the breeze gently blowing the blankets...making them dance & tickle my nose.

My mom would always warn me, not to pull them down...the fun would be over if I let the blankets fall to the ground.

I remember my mom smiling at me as I continued on with my game, watching me enjoy something so simple. Sometimes the blankets would even form little tunnels to run through, or sitting on the ground underneath a magical place made just for me.

Maybe your wondering...why is she sharing this?

Well now being a Mom myself, sometimes life seems to run away from us. We get so caught up in the day to day hustle of life, we easily lose touch with the simple things we loved in life.

Our children know those things, sometimes we are lucky enough to catch glimpse of those.

I just feel that there are many times that we forget the small things we enjoyed.

Taking a moment to remember even one of those things, can truly change your outlook...maybe only for that day. That's ok, we need to remember those times, the times that were good, so simple & carefree.
As I return to the hustle & bustle of my day...I will look at it in a new light today.

Because of that simple memory.