Motherhood is Messy

Sam loves playing in the dirt. He loves using his garden tools to scoop it up. He loves sitting in it and covering up his legs. He throws dirt around. It gets in his hair. It sticks to his sloppy face. Baths are happening a lot to get off the dirt from the day's play.

And I love it!

It's no secret that motherhood is messy. From the poop and spit-up, spilled milk and every toy pulled down from the bookshelf.

It's also emotionally messy. 

Patience is often in short supply. We say "I'm sorry" a lot, because mistakes seem to happen more frequently these days. You have to navigate "me" time and "us" time and "family" time, but realize, at the end of the day, that no matter what time it is, it's going too quickly.

Every minute Sam is awake, he is on the go! He has so much energy and can get into things he shouldn't in record time.

But no matter how hard or frustrating or tiring the day was, when we get Sam to sleep, and hour later I want to go in and wake him up. I miss him.

Playing in the dirt, sloppy kisses, dinner on the deck, scraped knees, grass stains - I'm loving this fun and messy life.