Motherhood

I was on pinterest the other day and saw this...

I remember the first time this thought came into my mind. When Liam came into our lives I was still a working woman and always looked forward to Friday. Fridays were great because I knew that I could go home, forget about work, hang out with my husband, and stay up as late as I want. And then the next day I could sleep in as late as I want. What a great feeling...(sigh)

So I had just gone back to work after having a baby and it was the first Friday back. I was feeling great and excited for the weekend. My day went as it usually did, including the late night of fun. As I went to lay my head on the pillow at 1:30 am, it finally hit me. My life has changed!!!! I can't sleep in tomorrow. That little boy in the other room doesn't know that I stayed up late and need the extra sleep. He went to bed on time and will wake up on time, which means I will be up too. It was at that moment that I realized weekends and days of the week just don't really mean anything anymore. 

Now that I stay home that problem has only gotten worse. I only know what day of the week it is when it is Sunday because we have church. All the other days just run together with the usual activities of going on walks, cleaning, laundry, playing at the park, and making dinner. Sometimes I find myself thinking, "What do I have to get excited about? I want a weekend to look forward to!" This baby has definitely changed my life. At times I feel like what I do is not that important and think that I should be doing more with my life, but those thoughts are always turned around when I see my sweet boy do something new or something special.

 This is what I have to get excited about...

 My little guy waving and saying hi. He enjoyed his little fort/box.

 This is meal time in the Willis home. He discovered that he can pick up part of his tray on his high chair and he is so proud. He thinks he's so funny when he pushes his face against it.

 He also loves to play peek-a-boo with it...even though it's see through.

And some days I walk in on him napping while he has his bum up in the air and it just makes me laugh. Anyone else sleep like this?

And to top it all off...seeing my baby recognize when it is prayer time and knowing to say amen at the end. It's not exactly amen, but it is his version of it. (I know we probably shouldn't be taping our prayers, but we had to do it this once because it was so sweet!)

So, is just being a mom important? Yes! Do I have something to get excited about? Yes! Sometimes I have to remind myself of that, but my wonderful son makes it easy!