Tonight I feel grateful to be a Mom.
Parker has been a bit under the weather with a little cold, and because he doesn't know how to blow his nose yet, I was up about every two hours last night to suction all the nasty out of his nose so that he could breathe. This of course would make him upset and I would have to hold and rock him until he calmed down, and fell back asleep.
Tonight I feared that history was going to repeat itself once again.
But it's OK.
As I rocked my son to sleep tonight, and sang him the words to "I Hope They Call Me on a Mission" (one I've been singing to him since he was a newborn), he calmed right down, laid his head on my shoulder, and fell asleep.
At the same time, a calm thought came to my mind that this little boy was something special, and that even though I was exhausted, it didn't matter anymore. I knew that all I needed to do was hold him close, and let him know that I was there to comfort him. I know that my calling in life is to be a good Mother to him, and to our future children.
So tonight, I am grateful for the divine calling to be a mother.