Bouncy Ball

This morning Harmony was playing with a little bouncy ball. She came into the bathroom where I was brushing my hair. She said, "Mommy, watch how high I can bounce my ball." My reply was: "Harmony, you probably shouldn't bounce it in the bathroom because..... **PLOP** ....it might go in the toilet." And yes, indeed it did. And it was at that exact timing. I let out a big sigh and Harmony said, "Woops, sorry, Mommy, I didn't know that would happen." I tried to weigh the risk of plumbing problems VS. the nasty thought of reaching in there to get it. I figured I had better be brave because I didn't know what a bouncy ball would do in our pipes. As I reached in, I began to think about all of the situations I find myself in because of my kids. I am constantly wiping bottoms, getting puked on, having diapers leak out on me, cleaning up spills, picking up toys, washing endless mounds of nasty laundry, kissing boo boos, rocking babies, and I do believe more could be added to that list. Yes, being a stay-at-home-mom is a lot of work, especially with twins... but I love all 3 to pieces and wouldn't trade it for the world. I love to see them smile, and they make me smile over and over. Harmony makes me laugh and I have a lot of fun playing with her. The twins amaze me everyday as they "coo" and look into my eyes. God has given me the privilege to be a part of shaping and molding these little people into what He would have them to be.