“Watch this, Mom!” my boys cry as they perform acrobatic tricks on the trampoline.
Their hair flops up and down with their jumps.
Smiles on their faces since it’s hard not to be happy when flying through the air.
They show off what they’ve learned: turns and bounces and how high they can go.
“Jump with us, Mom!” they ask and I oblige.
Bouncing up and down with my three boys, laughing as we try not to knock into each other.
Finally collapsing and lying down, in a heap of giggles.
Hugs and fights over who gets to lie down right beside mom, we catch our breath and look up at the clouds.
My boys excitedly pointing out which clouds look like what: animals and people and creatures purely from their imagination.
In those moments, I realize just how lucky I am to be a mom.
To have these three boys who want their mama there with them, playing and having fun with them.
Moments when there are no fights.
When everyone is behaving.
When there isn’t an urgent to-do list whispering in my ear, telling me there are much more important things that need done rather than the silliness of playing on a trampoline.
Mom life can feel frantic. Stressful. And like no one is listening. And OhMyFREAKINGGod, why is this so freaking hard?
And it’s easy to focus on those moments.
To forget that the good far outweighs the bad.
That though motherhood is hard and I’ll probably end up wanting to tear my hair out before this day is through, there are many moments like this one.
Maybe not anything special. Just an afternoon spent out in the sunshine without any real agenda.
Where laughter rings loud and clear in the air.
With plenty of hugs and smiles.
And the memories of these simple moments are the ones to hold onto during those moments when it’s not so easy.
Because they are what really count.