And the same goes for the moment I saw number two and number three.
Parenthood is the ultimate adventure. It takes you to highest of highs where there is no greater love you could ever imagine feeling and it takes you to the point of thinking that banging your head against the wall for the next several hours would be better than listening to “Let it go” for the thousandth time.
My adventure as a mom is greater than anything I could have ever imagined. It IS and always will be the hardest thing I’m going to do in my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
If you would have told me at the height of my 21st year of life that I would be mini-van mom of 3 I would have laughed hysterically.
I was never really a kid person. I’m still not…. that’s right I said it. I LOVE my kids but it would not be enjoyable for me to spend everyday with a class full of them. My idea of adventure back in the day consisted of driving to Tampa and figuring out how many free drinks I could get in one night (a lot ;)).
My adventure now-a-days consists of finding a way to make three little girls smile, making them good people, and finding a way to keep their plants we just planted in the backyard from dying.
I may never make it on any “great adventures” like backpacking through Europe but I have mini adventures everyday like finding the best sea-shell on the beach, or even better ones like trying finding missing shoes while trying to get out the door on time, or finding a way to calm down a little one who had a nightmare…
From the moment I saw their little faces enter my world, I knew my life had changed forever and I’m forever grateful.