My children make my life ten times more challenging; but they bring me the greatest joy.
Moving, even daily life, would be so much easier without three preschoolers.
They are the reason I keep going right now.
They are not super kids; just normal kids with normal ups and downs.
The smiles, hugs, and “Wow, Mommy!” make my weariness ease a bit.
They are happy with simple sunshiny days, beds to sleep in, and bologna with cheese.
They don’t worry that the dishes are in boxes, the socks are who-knows-where, and the cell phone battery is dying.
Maybe they are worth those 9 months of pregnancy.