We all fell asleep on the couch.
The four of us curled or flung into whatever space we could find. More room to stretch out than you’d think, especially since sleep had removed any concept of personal space.
My three boys and I, all together.
We’d been watching a movie when the late hour of a long day claimed us all, one by one.
I jolted awake in the middle of the night. Maybe it was the nudge of a foot or an arm that startled me.
Or maybe it was something deep inside, telling me to get up and look at what I have, before it’s gone.
Three boys, not so little any more. Each growing into his own person, moving away from the little ones who used to need me for everything.
They looked younger in sleep than they do in the daylight.
More innocent and like the babies they once were.
And my eyes start to water, thinking of how far they’ve all come. How far we’ve come together as a family.
It hasn’t been easy. But oh, I’ve been so blessed to watch them grow.
To see them change from snuggly babies to curious toddlers to energetic little kids and now to independent tweens, with one nearly a teen.
Getting to be there for each stage. Loving them through it all.
It’s been the biggest blessing in my life.
Each face reminding me how lucky I am to be their mom.
How much fuller my life is because of them.
I’m fully aware of just how much I love each of them. I always love them, but in that moment, that quiet, still moment, I’m overwhelmed by my feelings of love for them.
There’s no busy day or schedule to keep to, distracting me from soaking it all in.
It’s just me and them. A mother’s love enveloping the three sleeping boys, making me wish we could live in this one perfect moment forever.
Where we’re all together and the problems that come with the day to day aren’t bothering us.
Where we have each other and it’s more than enough.
But of course, eventually they all wake and go about their days. The hours blend one into another and the busyness of life wants to pull us apart.
Yet I hang on to that feeling, that overpowering love for these extraordinary little boys.
In each of their faces, that don’t seem quite so young in the waking hours, I see it.
In the touch of a hand or the arms offering a hug, I feel it.
The gratitude I have that I get to be their mom. The blessing each of them is.
I’m so lucky to be their mom.