May has come and gone

School's out. Summer's here. The weather has been gorgeous. We've been swimming, eating popsicles and staying in our jammies a little longer than usual. And we just got home from our first "vacation" of the summer. As much fun as it sounds (and it really is), it's work.

If I have a good day and my house gets cleaned, you really can't even tell just a few short hours later. There are water puddles from the swimming pool, sandy foot prints from the sandbox, and grass clippings from the jungle I just mowed out back.

Someone is always needing something. A snack because Mom, swimming just makes me sooo hungry. A bandaid because boys+bikes=scrapped knees, feet, and arms. A referee because five little people living and playing together all day long just isn't easy. A maid because they don't have any clean shorts (except for those blue jean ones....I hate those!). A friend, please push me in the swing, please read a book, please... A cheerleader, watch this mom! And on and on it goes, until I want to run far, far away. Being a mom is hard.

But, guess what? Life is hard! God never promised any different. Jesus isn't suppose to make us comfortable. And God didn't give me five beautiful children and one committed husband to make me happy. They have something to teach me. The fact that I can say this, is progress. I've learned one lesson at least. I will forever be grateful for our adoption journey. Last night in bed I was thinking how in many ways, that was a beginning. God laid a foundation. After being home 8 months, I can look back and see stone upon stone that God is building. It's not easy. But growing never is.

This post didn't go where I thought it was. I'm not even sure it makes sense or "flows" but that's okay. Here's to a great summer and come on, how could I not love and adore these five little people who call me mom?! :)