Hi friends, Happy Tuesday. Hopefully, you have all been easily adjusting to this new time change, but if you’re needing that extra cup of coffee- that’s OK too! Yesterday, my husband and I finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel of our sleepless nights. Cold season has officially made its grand entrance in our home! Between making sure fevers were down, no one was coughing up a storm, and making sure all the kids could breathe at nighttime, you could say we got little to no sleep this past weekend. The funny thing about cold season with kids is that they don’t always get sick at the same time. They have a funny way of making their way through to all your kids one after the other. As soon as one gets better, the other gets sick.
This little sick season has been more meaningful this year. Usually, my working schedule plus the sleepless nights on top of that would have me a little more on the tired side, hoping they get better fast so that we go back to “our norm.” This time around, I am appreciating the quietness it has brought us and truly embracing this pause in our busy lives to just hold my babies tighter.
We’ve all been watching the events that have unfolded around the world and the murders of our innocent children. As a mom, this weighs very heavy on my heart. So very heavy. To know that so many children have left this world in the tragic way that they did destroys me. I am naturally a giver. I want to carry the world on my shoulders, but I am unable to. It mentally tears me apart. To even think of just for a second, if that were any of my children. It makes me feel helpless, brings me to tears, and makes me never want to let them go.
As a mother, god has given me one mission in this life. That mission is to raise and love my kids in the world we live in today. As much as I want to, I can’t fix what’s going on in the world. I can HOWEVER teach my kids to always be good people. I can teach them to love one another, to respect others, to be kind to all, do good in this world, and to pray and love god. I can teach them to enjoy their life, count their blessings, and help others. I am their mother, and it is my honor to make sure that no matter what the world is going through, we raise GOOD people.
Tonight, as I’m checking up on my sick 14 year old, I count my blessings. While I continue making my nightly rounds to the rest of my babies for a goodnight kiss, I’m thankful. Thankful for them. My 3 babies ❤️ yesterday, today, tomorrow, and forever.
-Csy ❤️
Csy-Lux 
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