As I walked into Walmart yesterday with Matthew in the snuggly on my front, Caleb on my hip (because how could he be made to actually use his legs), and Josh holding my available hand, an older lady stares at me.
The sweetheart, she walks right up to me and says "God bless you!" And laughs.
I can only imagine how I looked. Three kids that young must look like a lot. They sure feel like a lot.
So, I answered the adorable woman,
"That is what I tell myself everyday."
And I meant it. In multiple ways. Some days being a mom of three is a blast and SO hilarious. Other days it isn't so easy and I find myself taking a lot of breaths. I mutter prayers rather often for the Lord to bless me with patience. But there are many more times that I whisper prayers of gratitude for the multiplicity of blessings the Lord has given me.
How kind that woman was, to make me feel strong because not only am I daring enough to bring all three kids to the store by myself, but I am strong enough to have them all in the first place. And what perfect little boys they are. So yes, God has blessed me. I am so thankful for that woman for reminding me.