'That's probably one of the things I regret most. Not slowing down to just be with my kids. Ignoring all that needs to be done and spending time with them. That stuff will always be there.'

My grandma spoke these words to me today as I was telling her all the things I 'need' to get done. When my grandma says things like that, I stop and take note. She is the mother of 11. Is one of the hardest working women I know. Is gracious and humble. Strong. Strong in her faith. So when she speaks, I listen. Especially when she talks about mothering. 

Majority of my day I feel like I'm running in circles. Laundry. Dishes. 'Edna! What's in your mouth?!' Change diapers. Feed babies. Dishes. Laundry. 'Edna, please stop eating off the floor.' Sweep the floor. And so on. I've been stressed about Charlotte's napping schedule. Or lack there of. Doing research about what I'm doing wrong. Go go go and never stopping. Just to be. Just to be with my kids. But I don't want to regret. So I listen. And here I am. Breaking a rule and holding Charlotte while she sleeps. There's laundry to be done. Floors to be swept. Dishes to put away. But I don't want to regret.

My sweet grandma and Charlotte Faith.