I never knew what I wanted to be when I grew up (I still don’t, honestly). The only thing I did know is that my future involved kids. When we were dealing with the 3 years of infertility and miscarriages, I dreamed about all the things I knew I’d love when I finally become a mom. Long cuddles. The smell of a baby’s head. Days at the park. The list was endless and it was the only thing that kept me going at times.
And I was right- I do (did- there are no more baby heads to sniff anymore!) love those things. But I find myself loving the oddest things. Like opening my eyes in the morning and spotting a Disney Princess cup on my dresser. Or reaching into my purse and pulling out an Iron Man toy instead of my wallet. The fact that when I shower there are more soaps and bubbles for the little people in my house then there are for the big people.
In my darkest days, I wondered if I’d ever get to have kids running around my house, so these small little reminders of the kiddos make me smile much more often then they make me nuts.