Thank You, December

As a mom, I can honestly admit that I am currently tired. Often frustrated. And not always of sound mind. And chances are, at least 54% of the time, one of my three children is causing me to question my sanity. 

But yet, I love being a mom. 

Does it make sense? No.

Is it absolutely the truest of truths? Yes.

Like. I really love it. And I really love the little boys that I get to borrow from the universe for this time. It’s cool to feel like I’m creating a legacy in this big whole world. It’s cool, selfishly, to believe that I am loved by them in a way that no one else loves me. And it is absolutely astounding to me, the amount of joy I derive from their joy. 

And so, though I am tired. Often frustrated. And perhaps, insane. I also find myself incredibly happy to have three children at such fun stages. And all three of them still in love with the world, life, and each other. It’s a good time to get to be their mama. 

This year. It was one I won’t soon forget. 

And the 2014 Holiday season was made up of a million morsels of moments.  

And I am left wondering how to say thank you for all of the instant memories that I will forever hold dear.

Moments of the most pure brand of happy.

Moments of gratitude.

Moments of wonderment.

Moments embodying the spirit of spontaneity. A mountain of those.

Moments of messiness. Lots of those, in fact. 

Moments of intention. And focus.

Moments preparing for slumber. And rejuvenation.

Moments of courage. 

Moments of contentment. 

And of togetherness.

Moments filled with the sweetest things.

And the silliest, too.

Moments that brought laughter and tears, simultaneously.

And that caused me to pause and mark exactly where we are. 

Moments of us five-strong. In a way that we’d not gotten to experience before.

And moments of real surprise.

Moments laced with tradition.

And sheer delight over the simplest of things.

Moments. That as their mom, just completely captivated me.

And moments that will tell of the times.

Oh, the joy of December. With these boys of ours.

And the belief in their hearts. Of someone. Or something.

The fact that they are still small enough to remember to pretend.

And to learn. For fun.

The memories of this season. Of this holiday. 

Are the moments I want to carry with me.

Even as we bounce into a new year. 

Thank you, December. 

For the moments. The memories.

You’ve pretty much outdone yourself.

You’ve been just crazy enough… 

To keep me loving what has happened. And to be excited for what is to come.

You’ve completely exhausted me.

And left me, once again, so bewildered at how much I love getting to be their mama.

Well done, December. 

Well. Done.