I'm not perfect

I realized the other night that sometimes my blog may make things appear that things are all sugar and spice around here.

The truth of the matter is that they are not.

This mothering thing is hardwork.

This wife-ing thing is hardwork too.

This life thing is hardwork.
There are many times that I struggle with any and all of these.

I love my husband with all of my heart.

He is an amazing man and father.

But we have our issues.

We have our little tiffs that I just don't talk about on here.

I don't want my blog to be someplace that I go to rehash every little thing with my hubby.

I want to celebrate the man that he is.

I love my girls.

They are the apple of my eye.

They are what motivates me to get out of my comfy bed every morning.

They are also the reason that I crash in my comfy bed every evening.

Mothering is hard.

Mothering with the hope of having productive, responsible, loving, empathetic people is really hard.

I don't always succeed.

I fail sometimes.

To be honest, I fail more times that I care to admit.

There are some days that I am just close to tears and counting down the seconds until K gets home because mama needs some back up.

There are so many times when I am beyond frustrated with x y and z that I have to give it to the Lord because I am completely incapable of doing whatever.

There are more times than not that I have to remind myself that I cannot control these little people that live in my house.

It is the hardest thing that I have ever done in my entire life.

It is also the most rewarding thing that I have ever been honored to do.

Life is hard.

There is just no other way around it.

There are shortcomings and pitfalls.

There is pain and sadness.

But there are so many amazing things to witness and explore.

There is something amazing about emerging from the most difficult thing you have ever experienced and simply putting one foot in front of the other.
I call that success.
Life seems to be a never ending roller coaster.

There are ups and downs, twists and turns.

The key {in my mind} is finding people to surround yourself with that come along side you, encourage you and pray with you.

I want people to see the hardships but also the beauty of it all.

I think that the reason I choose to focus on the positive and funny is because there is so much sadness and difficulty out there.

I want to see the beauty of life.

The wonder of it all.

Seeing that though doesn't take away from the difficulties.

I have been that mom more times that I can count on my fingers and toes at the grocery store that has the screaming, temper tantrum throwing child.

I've gotten *those* looks before from others.

But you know what, we are all fallen and broken people.

We all *hopefully* are trying our best in life.

I'm not a perfect mom, my hubby not a perfect dad and my kids are not perfect angels.

But, we try our hardest and love one another without limit.

At the end of the day that is what truly matters.

I'm not perfect and my life isn't either, but there is love.

I really have no idea where this blog post came from or where it is going, but here are my random musing on all of it.

Wecome to the rollercoaster, lets buckle our belts, hold on tight and encourage one another.