As a mom, as a woman, as a human being, I always have a million billion, a hundred things running through my head at one time.
We are out of milk. Go to Publix. We also need turkey, apples, and new shoes.
My head is a constant check list. I check my calendar and add those events to my dry erase board. Make the beds. The laundry had babies. Triplets. Practice piano. Homework. That is not for me. It is for her. She has her Daddy’s smile.
My phone chirps and I don’t have time to check it. I still need to put on mascara and brush my teeth. I want another cup of coffee but brushing my teeth says no to another cup.
She is growing so quickly. Eight! Eight is almost nine. Dear Lord, I pray for her husband. I pray for the father of a little boy that will one day be her husband. Dear Lord, make him a man that will be a godly model for the boy that will grow to be her husband.
I want new shoes. I saw a pair in the mall. Super cute, no cute is not the right word, hot. They were hot shoes! But I’m saving for piano lessons.
I’m a mom. It’s not about me. Yes, I want to be one sexy Momma for my husband. But he wants me to stay in budget. I’m on my way to the grocery store. I think I’ll bake a little treat for them. The hot man I call my husband and the little girl that I love more than new shoes.