Excerpt from my family blog:
"I feel like I am in a season of life where each moment is sacred. The kids are at such precious ages right now--full of energy and innocence and blind obedience to us. Trusting us to make the right decisions for them, when we are doing all of this for the first time. I have taken more pictures then ever before, trying to capture it all, but it feels like I am trying to hold onto water as it slips out of my hands. I feel the urge to freeze time right in this moment. And then another moment comes and I like that one too. I never expected parenting to be so full of constant change."
I am so honored to be a mother. And even more so to be a mom who my son thinks is "prite" (pretty). It is hard to put into words the feeling you get when your child pays you a compliment that you don't feel you really even deserve. He doesn't know how long I felt so ugly--all the years I hated the way I looked. He doesn't even know what anorexia is (though I could never forget if I tried). How I wish I could protect him and his sister from ever having to learn about it. How I wish he knew how a little piece of me healed when I read his precious words. Standing in his kindergarten classroom with my hand clutching his flower bulletin board message to me, I did feel pretty. But more importantly, I felt loved. And that is when parenting is completely worth it.