“Mom, I really really love you.”

“Mom, I need your help.”

“Mom, here’s a flower for you.”

“Mom, want a chocolate muffin?”

“Mom, can I watch with you?”

“Mom, what are you working on?”

“I got it Mom.”

“Mom, Can I take a bath?”

“Mom, can I have a drink of your water?”

“Mom, Zach fell.”

“By the way Mom…I love you.”

Earlier this week as I worked from my recliner, suffering from a sinus cold, I was struck again how blessed I am to be surrounded by these wonderful kids in this awesome lifestyle of being a work-at-home, homeschooling mom. I’m there for all the little moments, for the skinned knees and hurt feelings, and for the beauty that comes with friendship, fellowship, and family.

Yesterday, as I headed out for bible study, I just had to grab my 11 year old and tell her how blessed I am to have her for a daughter. She’s growing up so fast, and is so capable, but still she’s my little girl. She does so much for her siblings and I, and yet she has all this time to be a girl and get silly, and muddy, and run through the rain. 

Each of her siblings brings a special piece to my life, and each holds their own weight (according to ability) in our household. They are affected by our debt load; they are affected by our successes. They step up pitch in, and do what needs to be done. We live life together, good and bad. We have to remember to celebrate our successes; and be thankful, and show appreciation for each other. How thankful I am for this lifestyle, but also for each of these four children who are growing up so fast and who are such blessings.

I really must make a concerted effort to tell the kids in their own special moments, what a blessing they are and how thankful I am for them.