The Legacy Jars

Motherhood – this whirlwind of emotions that sweeps you up, spinning you through exhaustion, guilt, love, overwhelm, and blessings every single day. From the moment you start dreaming about your baby to those final weeks of pregnancy, it’s this wild ride of mixed feelings. You’re constantly torn between craving a moment of peace and dreading the day your little one won’t need you as they do now. It’s funny how you find yourself wishing time would hurry up to bedtime, yet you desperately want it to slow down so you can soak in every tiny moment.

We’re all out here, balancing being firm but loving, navigating this tightrope of parenthood. Remember those carefree days before kids? Yeah, they feel like a distant memory now. Our lives are filled with endless messes and chaos, a constant reminder of the whirlwind we signed up for.

Our hearts shatter into a million pieces when our kids hurt, but we know it’s all part of growing up. And don’t even get me started on the teenage years – the mere thought sends shivers down my spine. But we mamas, we’re warriors. We pray for their strength and well-being as they face the world on their own some day.

Amid all the challenges, this beautiful chaos reminds us why we signed up for this journey in the first place. You’re ready to tear your hair out one minute, and you’re doubled over with laughter the next. It’s the unpredictability of it all that makes it so darn beautiful.

Motherhood, with all its highs and lows, weaves together this incredible story. Affectionately called the Legacy jars, they are a countdown filled with marbles, each representing the weeks my husband and I have left with our three little ones before they spread their wings and embark on their adventures. With 573 weeks left with Harmony, 720 with James, and 842 with Roman, every moment feels precious beyond words. It’s a constant reminder for me to be more intentional and to cherish every single second of this crazy, hard, chaotic, and beautiful journey I call motherhood, even though sometimes I feel like I’m losing my marbles.

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