This Season of Life

This season of life is hard.

It's exhausting.  

It's overwhelming and somedays it seems never-ending.  

Most days I long for bedtime and after little bodies are bathed, tucked in and sleeping peacefully I find myself replaying in my mind all the ways I've failed my biggest little blessings.

How many times today I lost my cool and raised my voice.

I think about how many times I picked up the phone instead of a little one.  

Just how many times I snapped, made a snarky comment or was sarcastic.  

I recall the sad faces that looked up at me tearfully when I fussed about a spilled drink or another disaster.

In this season of life, I am a failure in so many ways.

In this season of life, my heart is full of joy hearing little girl giggles.

My soul is filled hearing the words, "I love you" come from little cherub faces.

My mind finds peace as a small head is tucked into the crook of my neck or a when a small, sticky hand finds its way into mine.  

This season of life is wonderful.

It's precious.

So fleeting and quickly passing.

This season of life is hard, but I don't want to keep wishing it away.  I want to embrace it.  

Because, after all... 

seasons change.