My Favorite Things

Being a mom is a tough job. I don't always handle it well, or do it with the most grace. But amidst all the chaos my heart has swelled with joy as I have watched, and enjoyed, little moments with my kids.

I spent some fun one on one time with my almost 2 year old last week. He smiled, he held my hand, he was just so happy and I was happy too. I enjoyed every second. It was nice having the patience to handle any cries or tantrums that came up because I only had one vying for my attention instead of 4. It was simply wonderful. I was just so in love with my little boy.

I love when my boys tell me about their dreams. I take note of my own dreams, and I like to analyze them and think about what they could mean. So I love when they share their dreams with me. Dreams were meant to be described by children :).

I love when they exercise with me. Even though it means they are staying up late. Sometimes a hint of disappointment washes over me. I just wanted to enjoy this time to myself. But then I remind myself that it's a good opportunity for both of us. We get to spend time together, and they are happy and excited to exercise with mom. If they are so enthusiastic about being like mom, when mom is actually setting a decent example, then why should I put a stop to it? Besides, they are so cute as they go through their routines. Often times they copy me, but they have come up with their own creative exercises as well.

This little guy has been my exercise partner the last few nights. Here he is pretending to fight "bad guys" with his Superman Sword as his exercise.

This time he made his own "finish line" and ran through it over and over again. 

I also love playing in the rain with my boys. There is nothing like a good old summer storm. I love the good ones with the thunder, lightening and the huge down pour in a matter of minutes. How can you resist running around and splashing in those puddles. This picture was from a time when I wasn't home, but we had fun playing in the rain today.

I also love spending Sunday afternoons, sitting outside and watching my boys jump for joy at every humming bird they see. The humming birds have stopped in Utah to fatten up before they finish migrating South. We have definitely noticed the surplus of humming birds at our house. And my boys are sure to shout each time they see one. . .or two. . .or three come to drink out of their feeders.

I often feel inadequate as a parent. I often wonder why I was sent these four sweet spirits. I often feel I'm not capable of taking care of them. But that never takes away from simply enjoying those sweet little moments that these four little boys bring into my life. I hope these are the days they remember. I'm almost certain, when I look back, these memories will be the ones I choose to remember.