Found

I told you I was trying to find me. I think as mothers we get lost so easily. The constant running around, cleaning, cooking, laundry, taxi, friend, shoulder to cry on, shoulder to clean a dirty mouth, professional shopper, hair dresser/cutter, book reader, letter writing coach, poop lady, and on and on. Do you get the picture? I have been running around feeling frustrated and mostly annoyed. I am not one of those people that is magically happy and chipper. I'm tired. I got lost, I forgot the main objective and importance to my job. I was missing the biggest part the part you can't fix alone. I knew I needed a change.  I slowed down for a moment on Sunday and only then did that ever so small voice tell me what I needed, to go to the Temple. Monday, I called my babysitter and today I went. Today was amazing. My children's behaviour didn't change, but I was changed. Not once this entire day did I act impatiently. Not once this entire day did a negative thought come through my mind without me immediately dismissing it. I have cried many times today, not because motherhood is hard. I cried because I know that I have been heard. I know that I am being watched over. "Be of good courage and I will strengthen your heart" -Psalms.
I went to the Temple for a couple reasons, this little man being one of them. He is a strong willed and tough. But I am comforted in our little future together.