When I was 16 years old, I thought I would never be a mom. Weird how things change.

I read an excerpt today from The Wiegand’s blog that really stood out to me (regarding motherhood and raising children):

“I never could relate to the negativity or the frustrations- all of that seems so small to me in comparison to how much life motherhood gives my soul.”

I have a hard time relating to the moms/dads who only see the negative too. My struggles seem to be so short-lived once I see my cute babes standing there…waiting to be hugged or giving me air kisses.

On Friday, I learned that I have three cysts on one of my ovaries. The thought of not being able to have kids, as easily as some, is now haunting me. Who really cares about the small frustrations that a two-year-old might cause? It’s nothing compared to not being frustrated at all.