quiets all my fears

we have a "tradition" at our house.

it's called
"chloe refuses to go to sleep
so you sing to her &
tickle her back until she does"

typically, i act pretty put off by this routine.
[i mean: just go to bed dangit!]

*but i am often quickly humbled
by instances like tonight
when she says:

"mom, i sing, k?"

and her sweet little mini-mouse voice
proceeds to sing me this:

"i see my mother kneeling
with our family each day
i hear the words she whispers
as she bows her head to pray
her plea to the father
quiets all my fears
and i am thankful
love is spoken here."

***

i have so much to work on as a mother.

i mean,
sometimes i lose my
patience, temper, and sanity
all at the same time.
{& fyi: it's not pretty.}

but i know,
all of us.
as in:
ALL OF US.
mothers or not.
have a purpose.
a plan.
potential.
and a reason for our struggles.

small struggles like bedtime.

and big struggles that seem
more than we can bare.

i know that we have a heavenly father
to help us & guide us.

i know that.
and i'm so grateful to
for reals know that.

...and i just had to take a sec tonight to
let the world-ish know via my blog
that i acknowledge his hand
in all that i am & hope to become.

{happy tuesday!}