It’s Friday again! Five minutes of writing, and I’m done.
Today, everyone over at The Gypsy Mama is writing a post about what makes each of us, personally, feel loved.
I feel the most loved when…
My husband tells me he loves me. When he tells me I’m doing a great job, and I’m a great mom.
It’s hard taking care of four kids. And being pregnant. And homeschooling the oldest while I try to get the two-year old to entertain herself. And keep the boys from fighting. And keeping up with the laundry, and the dishes, and the clutter. And the dust and dirt. And cooking healthy and delicious food for six people. Every day.
Not undesirable, all of this, just hard. It’s easy to get discouraged, and overwhelmed, and feeling like I’m not good enough. Like I’m not doing a good job raising my kids, and how are they ever going to be responsible, hard-working, smart, caring adults?
And then Dee pulls me out of my funk and says, “Babe, you’re an AWESOME mom. You’re doing a good job. The kids are happy, and you love them. I love you, and I think you’re amazing.”
And the world is right again. I feel loved! Even though I knew it all along, it’s easy to forget. And it’s so nice of my man to remind me again, and again, and again, that I AM loved.