Welcome to the place of overflowing grace in the midst of messy motherhood.
There are a lot of kids up in here, a lot of noise, and a lot of life. It's raw and real, and often sticky.
But I wouldn't trade it. (Except maybe the sticky part.)
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Always is A Lot

I am mom. I am so very very mom. I’m pretty sure I could officially change my name to “Mom” and no one would flinch. I even get junk mail addressed to me that way (thanks, infant-formula-marketing people). It’s pretty much my identity. The four year old was quizzing me at bedtime a while back (because, as all four year olds know, this is the absolute best time to ask deep probing questions.)  He had made cards for Mothers Day, and wanted to know why Grandma had gotten one too.  “Well, for one thing, Grandmas love homemade cards more than almost anything in the world,” I explained, “But also because your grandma is my mom.” The four year old looked at me, clearly skeptical.  “YOU are mom.  YO


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