We all know that motherhood is not moonshine and roses, bubbles and unicorns . It's more poo and puke with the occasional tears of joy thrown in to rescue us amongst the tears of despair . Ok may be I am exaggerating just a wee bit.
Tonight was one of those nights. Gosh, it was rough. I actually forgot how tough things used to be because we had a rather good run the last few months. Tonight brought back those pre- SID diagnosis and pre-OT days . L was tired, very tired. To top it all they had tuck shop day at school. Not my favorite day. Over sugared tired mom and kids are just not my required Friday relaxation mode. Dinner time he did not want to eat and kept laying on the couch. Then going upstairs for bath and bed and all hell broke loose. No, I do not care to go into any more details. Believe me you do not want to know them. At last the boys were in bed and the Princess and I came downstairs for a bit of time together. ( A bit of background - they watched Soul Surfer today at aftercare) As we settled in on the carpet to watch Noot vir noot, she with her Leappad in hand, me with the ipad in hand, she said : "I am so glad I gave my heart to Jesus a long time ago, just like the girl did in soul surfer". Just like that, it was all worth it. A moment sent to remind me that at the end, motherhood is all about these moments. Those that really mean something . That mean the world to us. The rest, are just the background to the story.