As messed up and uncertain things may be at the moment, feeling these little baby kicks and seeing my children's smiling faces make it all better. Granted this is not what I want for them, but they're the reason why I continue on.
Ten years ago, I was the last person you'd imagine with 3 (4) kids and loving every minute of it.
Then I met my husband and it all changed.
Things have been rough for us for most of the time. I have struggled with depression since I was very, very young. I used to write, but no longer could. It's through these times when I've relied on my children as my source of strength.
In those dark moments when I'd allow my depression to take hold of me, I would think about my kids. I would think about how their life would be without me, and I found the strength to push through it.
I think about that sparkle in their eyes when they smile or laugh. I utterly adore their laugh.
I think about their tiny hands in mine, even if they're trying to squirm away.
I remember back to the day they were born. Even if I was terrified and unsure of how I'd fare as a mother...
I recall how my heart beamed at their first steps, first words, and first times they danced.
I love our silly conversations. I look forward to more.
I love discovering and watching their interests grow. Even if I don't understand them or find them annoying.
I love the expressions they make and the silly things they do. I would rather watch them than tv.
I never imagined that someone so tiny could have such an impact on me.
Sure, I may be considered "boring" now. Sure, I may annoy you with how much I talk about my kids. Yes, I do miss "me" and I'm struggling to find that person I once knew. But, my kids have literally saved my life. And when all hope seems gone, I look to them and know this is not true.