I'm just feeling reeeeal sentimental right now, and I thought I needed to write.
Every time I'm mom for a day, I get so much perspective. Sometimes too much perspective. (Lol, kidding. I still want to have kids. Promise.)
But, seriously. Momhood (and I'm not even a real mom yet, so I really can't talk.) is serious business.
It is the real deal.
It is hard.
And stressful.
And messy.
And tiring.
And embarrassing.
And loud.
BUT fun.
And joyful.
And smiley.
And giggly.
And so warm and fuzzy.
My favorite part of being a substitute mom for my siblings, is tucking them in.
Truly, nothing compares.
Bedtime for the five littles is no joke around here.
My parents call it "The Hard Push" which may or may not be related to childbirth sorry if that's tmi.
It's true, though.
Getting the kids "fed up, washed up, brushed up, and jammied up" takes effort, time and a hecka lot of patience.
But, once you do that, you get to read scriptures with them.
And say prayers.
And then (my favorite) sing to them.
And tickle their faces and their backs.
And they get really snuggly.
And tell you they love you.
And I really really like that.
That, is what makes the whole day worth it.
That, is the joy.
And so, I'll keep being substitute mom when my own mother needs a break.
I'll take them to a park, wipe their bums, feed them dinner, give them the pie that the adults don't want (only the three year old was okay with that), show them funny youtube videos, have them get mad at me when I ask them to clean, wipe their noses, and put on bandaids, and sing goodnight to them.
Because those little humans bring me joy, and some of the best kind, if you ask me.
