Sometimes I wish I could split myself into thirds or even fourths. Most days and nights I feel fully equipped to handle all that needs to be handled; and thankfully, most days and nights go off without a hitch. … or at least much of a hitch. On the rare night though that one, two or three of my baby angels need me for extra after bed time has long come and gone, I find I just simply need more of me.
What I love about it though, is ultimately, that’s all they’re needing too.. just more of me. More mom! No matter how tired I am or what’s gone on that day, there is nothing more important and nothing more fulfilling than holding my child who needs some comfort. Nothing more gratifying than being the person he calls for when he’s hurt or scared or had a bad dream. There’s also nothing more humbling. I feel blessed beyond measure that I have been chosen to be the mother of three of the most amazing tiny people I’ve ever known; but in the moments where they all need something, (and those moments are almost constant) I find I just wish there was more of me.
It reminds me that no matter what; no matter how good I am, no matter how hard I try, no matter how I fail or fall short, no matter how much I love them and give them, there will never be enough of me to satisfy every need they all have. God didn’t create it to be that way. He is the only thing that can ever be enough for us all. So in the moments where I realize I need more of me, I’m reminded to be grateful that there is always more and enough of Him. God speaks to me through the hearts of my children and tonight I am grateful to hear Him say, “When there isn’t enough of you, there is always enough of me.”