Finding My Way

The sky is gray, filled with clouds pregnant with rain. Though it is dark and gloomy, there are the occasional slices of sunshine that promise better weather in the future.

The boys aren’t home and the walls are filled with unusual silence. These are the moments I long for in the middle of a day, filled with screams and yells of little boys fighting the battles that they must fight to find their place in this world.

I like to think that I am like any other mom out there. I am fiercely devoted to my children, and love them with every fiber of my being. That being said, I am also extremely frustrated on a daily basis by their constant testing of the boundaries set  by me. This means that some times I yell when I don’t want to, I am harsher than I need to be and make my babies cry.

What is it about motherhood that is so painful and rewarding at the same time? Why do I still feel like a kid trying to find my way through the labrynth that is life?

Do you still feel like you are lost and trying to find your way? I know I can’t be the only one out here that is taking it one day at a time, trying to figure out what is best for me and my family.

Goodness, I hope not.