During church on Sunday, Greta fell asleep in my arms. For the whole of church (3 hours) she was a little angel. Playing sweetly, or cuddling up to me. And then, with a half hour left, she easily and quickly drifted off into sleep. She sat in my lap with my arms wrapped tightly around her, her arms wrapped tightly around her bunny, softly snoring. It's moments like that that make motherhood completely worth it. Soft, sweet moments that melt away the yelling and the frustration, the exhaustion and the unkept home. Motherhood is hard, but oh so worth it. I love who I am becoming because I am a mother.
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