… it was 4, 2 and newborn.
…sleeping was a thing I longed for.
…I could not wait to leave the house just to come home again.
….exhausted.
…knew nothing of raising a little boy.
…did not realize how funny my middle child is.
…knew nothing of reading, spelling words, numbers, birthday parties, and new friends.
…loved nap time, for them and me.
…didn’t understand how everything can be thrown, kicked and tackled by a little boy; including his mother and older sisters.
…how much I really do enjoy being a mother.
