Parenthood is weird. It’s everything and at the same time nothing like you expect it to be. Before my recent career addition, is what I’m doing considered a career (?), I certainly work the hours, but that’s a strange concept to me. Well, before becoming a birth photographer I was a stay at home mom. I still am. I’m a stay at home working mom. We are continually searching and finding the balance between family, work and play. Lately that has meant letting the dishes sit in the sink a bit longer, the piles of laundry hiding in the dryer because it’s easier to ignore that way, oh, and eating way too much pizza. Of course that last bit is a combination of me not sticking to a meal plan enough and the fact that pizza is the most delicious food in the world.
This weekend I had one of those mom moments. The sort that make you stop and think. I thought I would share, so here’s a little peek into my world.
The past few months have been kinda weird. Weird and hard. And possibly a tad tiring.
Today Sarah came and excitedly told me she and daddy had a surprise for me. She told me to come see right away. I took a moment to finish up the cups I was washing in the sink before I followed her back to my bedroom. A few minutes later I walked back and she was beaming while standing at the foot of my now-made bed.
Acts of service is my biggest love language. Stephen knows that and today I witnessed him teaching our children that method of loving me. Seeing her face, so pleased and proud with her work, was a beautiful moment.
While we stood there I pulled up the comforter to fix the bunched up blanket underneath that she probably couldn’t reach and told her how special she made me feel. I sat on the floor so she could come up to my lap and I could hug her while whispering in her eat how much I love her. She giggled and sat with me until I asked for big hugs, in which she happily complied.
Just a little while later I went back in our room for something. When I got in there I stopped. I just stood there and starred at my bed. My brain escaped from me, reflecting on that moment. I quickly re-bunched up the sheets and covers and undid my bed “fixing”. I didn’t want show-home ready, I wanted lived in and loved.
There’s something amazingly beautiful about seeing my children love. Learning love. SHOWING me love in a new way.
It’s a far cry from what you see in a magazine or store front, and in this moment I couldn’t be more proud.
This is the most beautifully made bed in the world, and it’s in our home.