I did my best to shower and clothe myself quickly, despite waking an hour past the alarm sounding.
I did my best to wake up the sleepy-eyed babies and nudge them along as I dressed them in their Sunday best. Even if one thought the other looked like a clown.
I did my best to feed them
I did my best to take a picture. So when my babies look back, they have a photo of what mama looked like on those days when nothing could stop her...she and her babies would be at church.
I did my best to go with the flow. When water was spilled in the middle of worship, I made sure to look deep in her eyes and say, "it's okay, it will clean."
I did my best to find thankfulness in dirty diaper changes.
I did my best to overlook the clutter in the house and just enjoy the day with family.
I did my best to choose the bike ride over the phone.
I did my best to choose the walk around the neighborhood over the computer.
I did my best to be fully attentive.
I did my best to say yes when they asked for my attention.
I did my best to look in their eyes and truly listen to what they had to say.
And I noticed something in their eyes, each and every time.
When they realized I was truly watching...when they realized I was truly listening...
There was joy.
I did my best.
And I think that's all they would ever ask of me.
I think that's all HE would ever ask of me.
Amelia and Sydney,
Know that I'll always do my best as your Mama.
Some days I'll fall and it will hurt me and you, but know that I'll always get right back up and continue to do my best.
And It will be good enough because we have each other.
And even better, it will be good enough because we have the grace of Jesus.
And His grace extends farther than mama's best could ever reach.
I love you both to the moon & back & all the way to France. :)