Life lately seems a lot like a rolling train.
The scenery may change, but the methodical sound of the movement of the train stays the same.
We wake up, eat breakfast, run errands, have play dates, eat lunch, nap, play, eat dinner, baths, then bedtime.
I fall in bed every single night exhausted, working to turn my thoughts off.
To think back on the day that just happened.
Wonder what I could’ve done differently.
Remember the laughter, the snuggles, take away the good memories.
Not the whining, crying, temper tantrums, potty accidents, sassy back talk.
You know how they tell you that all the pain you went through with your first child becomes a forgotten memory resulting in your decision to do it over again?
I think that same gift applies each evening as I lay in bed.
Calmness washes over me and I’m able to refocus.
And the next morning I awake with a sense of renewed energy.
A clean slate.
For me. For my kids.
A chance for all of us to take the day and make the most out of it.
Before I know it they will be all grown up.
Starting their own families.
Although if I’m honest I’m praying Jesus comes back before then because I want to take advantage of these special moments with them.
I don’t say this because I feel like a train.
Forced to do the same thing day in and day out.
I write this as a reminder to myself.
A reminder that each day is it’s own.
Some days will be filled with the best memories and others not so much.
There may even be nights where I need a pep talk to remind me that I’m a good mom.
When I think of this old steam train…chugging along.
This steam train that holds so many memories and if it could speak, could tell so many amazing stories.
I find solace in our quiet similarities.
For each of my days is filled with amazing memories and stories for me to tell.
Ways for me to give my children hope.
To tell them stories of proud moments, silly moments, moments that stood out above all the rest.
that makes all the chugging along worth it.
Do you ever have days like these where you feel as though that monotonous chugging of life’s daily tasks couldn’t possibly outweigh the memories being created?