And Sometimes I Cry

Laughter, tears, insanity. 

It all comes with being a mom.

I absolutely love it. 

Everything from hearing "Mama" 500 times a day to being thrown up on by one of my boys.  I love the giggles coming from the bedroom while they are playing and the stare downs I get when they don't get their way.  I love the banshee cry of an angry sibling and the sweet I love you later that seems to come from no where.

Yes, I love being a mom.

Sometimes it gets me.

Carter started daycare yesterday.

Ordinarily, this would be no big deal.  Colin started when he was 6 months old and Carson when he was 15 months old.  Happyland has been part of my life for the last 8 1/2 years with about 4 more to go!

But yesterday, I lost it.

As I handed off my Carter to his teacher (one of my former 4th grade students), the tears started rolling.  I cried all the way home trying to compose myself before the big boys and their daddy saw me.  When Jeff asked me if I cried, I nodded and started all over again. 

His solution to the problem, "Do we need to have another one?"

I love being a mom. Sometimes it makes me laugh and sometimes it makes me cry.