As a stay-at-home mom to a very VERY active toddler and three puppies, a lot of my days look the same. Here's a glimpse...
My daughter wakes up super-early and comes to my room for a little more sleep. I get her a sippy cup of milk before she realizes she doesn't have one. After she wakes up, I get her dressed and quickly try to take the dogs out before they make a mess in the house.
We all have breakfast. We read. We play. We do preschool from home. Inevitably we watch something on the Disney Channel. We have lunch. Then we have the nap time fight.
While nap time happens, I try to straighten the morning's mess and get dinner started. She wakes up. I finish making dinner. We eat. My husband comes home. Before too long, it's bedtime.
The next day, we start again.
For me, at least, it is far too easy during these repetitive days to slip into the mindset of: what am I doing here? Am I making a difference? Is my daughter going to remember any of this?
But then I get little glimpses of what's going on in her little head and heart. When we're having a tough day and she says "don't worry, Mommy. God loves your heart." Or when my husband has been working for 12 hours straight and we both miss him and she tells me, "I know you miss my daddy, but I'm here with you." Or when she says, "Mommy - I need to tell you something. You will always be my mommy and I will always be your baby. No matter what."