There are nights that I don't sleep.
Days that I accomplish almost nothing.
Hours that I can't hear my own thoughts for screaming.
Moments where my sanity becomes questionable.
And it is in those moments that I am reminded of what it truly means to be a mother:
To realize that sleep is a luxury, cleaning is wasted time, and silence is underrated...
To constantly be on the defense for flying food and always be able to laugh at a successful attack...
To never be embarrased when a friend finds cereal strategically placed in your hair...
To leave your house with your hair in a pony tail because there was only enough time and hot water for one of you to bathe...
To go for one day or several before you realize that you have not eaten and even when you do, it does not concern you because "bear bear" is MIA...
To search your purse for keys but instead only find a pair of baby socks and the pacifier that was lost a week ago...
To never question what is smeared on his arm just wipe it off and move on...
And to make peace with the fact that you will never be on time again...
But most importantly, to always know, that at any given time, on even the worst day of the week, the mere thought of any one of those things will instantly bring a smile to your face and make life worth living.