“I can choose either to be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It’s all a question of how I view my life.”

— Paulo Coelho

The gifts within these wounds include my kids. They are soul reason I live and breath. Granted they can and do get on my last damm nerve my life has never been truly complete until I got pregnant with them. I never knew what true love was until I felt each of one them kick inside my belly and that day I saw them for the very first time.

I can remember the first time I held them, smelled their breath, they wrapped their tiny fingers around mine, when I changed their first poopy diaper that did not smell by the way LOL.

There is pain before pleasure in parenting….there is pain in raising them, but there is joy there too. The emotions are scattered sometimes when it comes to raising kids that are 2 years apart. Especially, when your daughter thinks she is the queen of the house and has a mouth that never stops.

I only wish they got the quiet gene from me, but they didn’t. Unlike me they (all 3) are loud, boisterous, like their dad and my mother. However, just like me they are bright, rays of sunshine, and their laughter melts my heart everytime. All I want for them is to see that life is worth living and living more abundantly. That they do not have to shackled to a 9-5 job unless they want to be. That having a great education is a must in order for them get any where in this world. That I want them to see the world ~ to just jump on a train, plane, or drive across country and actually experience life through the eyes of different cultures.

I want them to know that God is real.. Not just because I say so, but because they know it for themselves.

So hearing them calling me mommy lights my hearts on fire. So that is my treasure in a nutshell!

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