Ten

Ten is the number of times I have cleaned up after someone's bodily fluids this week. All three fellas in my family have had stomach issues (to put it nicely) at some point in the last week. Somehow I have managed to avoid it and I pray that I continue to.

In weeks like these, I can begin to feel overwhelmed by motherhood and the constant demands it places on my time and energy and patience. But I was reminded by a book that I've been reading entitled "Feminine Appeal" by Carolyn Mahaney not to view my children as "work" or a burden, but as gifts and rewards from God.

"Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one's youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!" Psalm 127:3-5

Reading these verses this week has helped keep my perspective in the middle of the chaos and grossness. It's helped me to patient with my kiddos and enjoy them and not just "take care" of them.

The best thing about my week was today when Will came up to me and said, in some form of mangled English, that he wanted to give me a kiss and a hug. That was a first and it was wonderful! I'm thankful for my boys.