On motherhood...

After the sprained ankle incident, I came down with bronchitis. And then passed it on to Grayson.

Being so sick and having to take care of your sick son all by yourself all night long while your husband is working and cannot help is NOT FUN. Not fun at all.

Is there such a thing as pre-partum depression? If so, I might have it. I feel like each challenge I face - be it physically or mentally or friendship-wise -  in this pregnancy is almost more than I can bear sometimes.

But we press on.

I am on the mend, but along with a nasty cough, Grayson is dealing with tantrums and exerting his independence. He has been working on his one year molars since about January, and that has been a hard transition for him. He has been a constant faucet of snot and drool and tears. Sometimes he finds comfort in me holding him, other times he would much rather run around the house screaming and throwing things.

Most days lately I am covered with a tiny person's boogers and spit. Not much different than those days of dealing with spit-up only with a lot more attitude.

But then this is motherhood. There is nothing like it.

Just today, Grayson walked up to me and handed me a plastic flower used on one of our drying racks. A sweet moment in the midst of the screaming, tears and pacifier throwing.

Probably any mommy would agree that when the moments are bad, they are VERY VERY bad.

But the good moments? Oh how incredibly amazing they are.

When that little one grabs a book, hands it to you and then sits down on your lap, looking up at you expectedly. When he presses his face against yours. When he runs down the hall, bare feet padding away to greet you when you have been gone. Those are moments that you want to freeze in your memory forever.

How worth it is!