What Makes a Mom Smile?

My son is now 3 1/2, time has truly flown by. On a day to day basis I never forget to hug him, kiss him, tell him "I love you", or embrace the person he is becoming. I am not going to make it all sound peachy! Motherhood is challenging, exhausting, time consuming and without end.
Most who know us well will admit my son is a handful. He is a never ending whirlwind of throwing, yelling, laughing, smashing, breaking, and taunting. Through the years he's inherited the name "Captain Chaos" for a reason. Spend 15 minutes with him and you'll instantly see that unless you are a multi-tasking "freak" you will not be able to handle him for long.

Regardless of the day or time of year there are certain things in our house that are constant. As a person with out a child a day goes somewhat like this.... wake up, stretch, relax, coffee, shower, work, coffee, break, off work, gym, dinner, relax, enjoy me time. After you have a child it goes something like this.... "God, do you have to wake me this early, jump out of bed, skip coffee just to make breakfast so your child will not ask for the twentieth time, off to run errands, never get to take a phone call, forget about shopping, getting hair done or running business errands. Make it home for lunch, make two lunches, of course they never want the first one you make. Nap time....what "NO NAP" he yells, kicking and crying to his room......ah peace and quiet. Always on guard in case he tries to climb his dresser to prove a point!

After nap, snack time, convincing my his vitamin is a gummy treat and peanuts are candy. Then back to chaos....trying to fill the day with trips to the park, play dates, constructive play all wrapped around random fits from not getting what he wants. Dinner, "No Dinner" he yells! Bath time fun, as we call it...a bit of peace and quiet while he bangs his tractors in the bathtub making our walls a soaking wet mess. Oh and did I mention trying to prevent him from drinking the same water he randomly pee's in.

This is our chaotic routine, it's ours, and I will admit I love it. Why? Well, at the end of the night he asks me to rock him. He says his prayers, holds my hand, we practice our number 1-10, read a story and he always says in the softest voice he's used all day "momma I love you so much." It makes the day perfect.