Last night was probably one of the most trying nights I’ve ever had as a mother. When I think of my previous hectic or crazy nights they had to do with screaming babies, or puke, or diahrrea or temper tantrums or homework or most NORMAL things that mothers have a hard time with. But last night was different. Last night was mentally taxing for me. I can’t get into much detail about it but to look at my 7 year old and realize she’s NOT a baby anymore and that parts of her that I can’t control might have to do with me not paying attention enough…or not dedicating enough time…or WHATEVER it is that I’m lacking as a mother…well it shattered my heart. And it’s still shattered today. I realized last night that I will never EVER have all the answers. I’ve always known this…but last night I lived it. I cried. I shook. I looked to the ceiling and prayed. I called The Man. I called his mom. I called my neighbor. I called people that I knew would listen and give me good advice. And yet today, while I feel better, I’m still lost. It’s a very hopeless feeling as a mom when you feel like you don’t know how to handle your child or what to tell them or do for them to make things better or change things. And so with a heavy heart I welcome the weekend because I know that weekends bring healing for me. This morning through puffy eyes I looked in the mirror and told myself that it’s Friday…and that even though I just got lotion in my eye and it was burning (and STILL is 6 hours later) today was going to be ok. And this weekend was going to be ok. And Hannah was going to be ok. We all are GOING to be ok. I trust God for direction…I trust my VERY loved family for direction. And when I look at these pictures I took last night I tear up because I took them in the middle of the chaos….after I knew I had to talk to her but before I actually did. See, she got her new glasses yesterday and she was so excited. She’s been asking for the whole 2 weeks it took to get them in when they were coming in.

She was so excited for me to come home from work to show me and actually didn’t fight me to take pictures of her in them because, after all, they “make her look smart.”

“Take a picture of me thinking, Mama!”

Hannah, you ARE smart and you DO think and I know things are going to get better from here on out. I love you.

And so I thank God for Livie because she’s 1 and a 1/2 and my hardest struggle with her is the fact that she doesn’t sleep and makes my house look like a hurricane swept through. I find myself secretly wishing for her to be like 3 so she could be potty trained and talking and able to do more on her own. But not last night. Last night I embraced her age and her innocence and I will continue to.

She’s been loving the phone lately. She picks it up and says “Hello?” and then she’ll talk and laugh and use crazy hand motions and then suddenly say “BYE!” and put the phone on the floor. Then she’ll start the whole process over again. It’s to die for and so freakin cute. I love her.

Last night was definitely a life out of focus night for me. I get used to our routine and even the normal things that throw me off like I said before I can handle. Sure, sleepless nights because of Livie suck but I’m used to it. Fighting with Hannah to write her spelling words sucks but I’m used to it. And then there are hazy, fuzzy, out of focus nights like last night that derail me. I’m grateful for The Man and his family and my babies for picking me up and putting me back on track again.