I have always liked turtles. Loved finding them in the woods when I was a little girl. Will never forget watching the Sea Turtles come out of the ocean and lay their eggs. What about the huge turtles you see at the zoo. My sister even had a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle party.
Today I wanted to be a turtle. There has got to be something so nice about just tucking your head in your shell when your scared, tired, overwhelmed, you get the picture. I could have used a turtle shell the past couple of days.
With Mary Stewart on the verge of being two and on the verge of cutting her two year molars, the days have been long. Top that with a 12 week old baby and a daddy out of town, there has been more than one occasion of just wanting a shell to duck myself into.
I remind myself that this is a season. It is not the end all. As a friend recently posted on face book, "The days are long and the years are short." These are all things I know to be true. I also am reminded that I've never done this before. It is trial and error. But I will rest on the fact that there is nothing else I would rather be doing (except in mid melt down tantrum mode, then there are ALOT of places I'd rather be).
As much as I so desperately wanted that turtle shell to duck into, being a mother is a sweet privilege.
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