I had one of those days the other day, as I often do. Patience is a virtue, one that I am really trying to work on. I smile as I look back at my somewhat organized, clean, on-time self and wonder if God chuckled when he blessed me with these 3 boys and their dad. They put me out of my comfort zone a lot. I get frustrated, and yell, a lot. I apologize to a 5, 3 and 1 year old, a lot. Jackson gave me this note the other day in a sealed envelope. He had been in the other room 'taking a break' aka time-out from his brothers and the ever present fighting. I read it, felt my heart swell and soaked it up as one of those parenting-fail and parenting-win moments.
'I love you mom.' 'We are hugging each other or giving a high five or a pound or wrestling, haha.'