{Motherhood }

This is one of those posts that every mother will cry a box of empathy tissues with me, and those who are not yet mothers may want to skip in blissful ignorance!

Yep, it's been one of those mornings... weeks.

My precious little baby boy has been sick this week. It's just a cold, but the sniffles when he can't blow his nose and doesn't understand what is happening has been tough. I'm not sure who has cried more, him or me. During the nights when I've walked the floor, rocked him, nursed him, and prayed, prayed, prayed for him, I cling to Jesus so much tighter.

Today I just want a day off, a good cry, and a well baby.

But, I will keep going. I know Jesus gives me strength.

I will make myself a cup of tea, and raise it to all of you mothers out there. I understand now the sacrifice and the rich joy of motherhood.