I absolutely love my family.  I adore my DH and my boys.  Homeschooling is not always so easy and I have really been trying to cut myself some slack with it.  I know my son will have times when he is lazy (don't we all) and it will be a battle to get him to do what he needs to do.  I do not mean if I vent about the trials and tribulations of homeschooling that I don't love him.  How that connection is made I will never know but some people think that just because we get annoyed about someone that it means we don't love them.  PLEASE! I get annoyed with my DH but I still think the world of him!   Heck, I get annoyed with myself but I don't hate myself!  I just don't like what I do sometimes or the attitudes I have or those of my family.  We are human and these moments will happen no matter how hard we try to keep it light or how hard we try to honor one another.

Today for example.  My oldest (the one who hates but loves school) has an assignment in English that he just doesn't want to do.  He is acting like it's killing him.  Really, the drama is quite amusing.  You'd think I was making him carry a 60lb rucksack through the desert with no water or food and scorpions around his ankles.  Do I let him out from under this "burden"? No.  We plod along and he takes all day to get it done. *sigh* these are the moments that make me sigh because it takes so much redirection and cueing.  I have another little boy running around too and looking for something to do and I'm pregnant (would rather take a nap).  So this is the time that my frustration kicks in because I end up with it form both angles and I don't really feel like dealing with it all.  Does that paint a picture of lack of love?  Or can many of you mom's relate?  It is a phase, it will pass.  I know there will be bigger battles but for now, thank goodness it's only over English.

I love this boy.  Even when he's a pill.  Even when he's lazy and doesn't want to cooperate.  I love his brother who is curious and a trouble maker (he is, in a fun way.  We call him our "party waiting to happen!").  I also love their sense of humor, their creativity, their love of just being boys. I love that they love me no matter what.  When I have a bad day and feel grumpy, they still love their momma.  They also want to please me.  I am the most blessed mom in the world.  It doesn't always feel that way and sometimes I get overwhelmed with my expectations and goals but feelings don't always make Truth. I love it when they cuddle up to me even when I'm pulled in 12 different directions and they look up at me with their sweet hazel eyes and say, "I love you mom".

As for my Dh, well, he is just wonderful.  I could use my entire blog site to go on and on about how wonderful he truly is.  He is so patient, loving, encouraging and supportive.  He listens when I get to the point of frustration and he always makes time in his day if I need him.  He gets so busy and work burdens him in so many ways yet, he is always available and just makes time for me and my "trials".  I do not take advantage of this because his time is the company's time and if I call him and bug him all the time then I'm really stealing from the company.  I also want him to have peace in his day and know he can trust me to take care of his home and children while he is away and providing for us.  I want his trust, still, it is nice that when "those days" happen, he is there with encouragement and a smile. 

I must be the most blessed woman in the world.  I thank God all the time for my family and I know how much I don't deserve them.  Thank goodness we don't earn our families or I'd still be single! 

So, to my family, I LOVE YOU!!!! I want the world to know how blessed I am.