Every night before I turn off the lights and head to get some much needed shut-eye
, I go into the rooms where my little men are sawing some serious logs. The Beall house is a noisy one
because we all snore. Yes, even yours truly. Thick girls usually snore.
I’m just sayin’.
The main reason I check on them is because I want to make sure they are breathing. Some may think that silly but I’m gonna go out on a limb
here and bet that a lot of you moms do the exact same thing.
I see that hand. Glory.
I also go in there to remind myself how much I love them
. This comes in awfully handy when the day has been filled with fits and screaming and crying and pouting
…not to mention all the things the boys do, too. I don’t care that Noah will turn nine
this month…he’s still my little boy. I kiss his face
about 312 times and then go in to see his brother.
Seth is a fireball.
I speak things over him when he sleeps just like I do with Noah. I’ll say, “You are a blessing. You are going to do amazing things with God. You are going to know him and love him and serve him all the days of your life. You are going to spend an eternity with Jesus and walk the streets of gold.”
And he just lays there. Peaceful and quiet…very much unlike him
. I give him about 312 kisses, too.
I don’t always feel like I am a good mother. If I’m being honest, and oftentimes I am to a fault
, this is my biggest struggle in life. Oh, I have good mother moments, but for the most part, I am probably just average. An amazing victory
one day and a downright failure
the next. However, no one loves these boys like I do. No one
I’m their momma.