Why I am a proud mom of three

Living a simpler life has slowed us down, though we are still really busy 🙂 Our kids spend way more time together than ever before, they play, they fight and they talk to each other. I have said this before but Covid has really brought our kids together.

The last few moths Eleanor has become afraid of the dark, affraid to even be upstairs on her own. William, her big brother, asked if she wanted him to sleep in her room so she would know she was not alone. This alone made me proud to be his mom. That night we moved Williams mattress to the floor in her room, where it has now been for about a month. There is nothing Pinterest perfect about their room, intact it is a little crowded and William has made a few comments that we should paint a wall for him, he is sleeping in an all pink room with a pink chandelier. It has been weeks and they both seem to get better sleeps, the two of them have each other. Well now the littlest one, Douglas, felt a little left out. So we have now moved Williams bed to the bottom of her bunk bed (moved her reading cubby) and Douglas has his bed on the floor. All three in one room. The happiness this brings my kids is incredible! We moved homes a few years ago so each kid could have a room, but my kids would rather all be together and have each other.

The last few nights Eleanor has woken-up in the middle of the night. We have be woken up to her downstairs scared or screaming in her bed. Last night all emotions and feelings that motherhood brings happened. I knew why we fought so hard for all three of our kids. Greg and I cuddled a little closer and new that our life was blessed. We awoke to Eleanor yelling, she was afraid but still sleeping. A few moments later we heard William tell her “it is all ok – you are dreaming, wake up….wake up” then it was silent and we hear “It is OK, you can go back to sleep”. Both curled up and fell asleep. Eleanor in Williams bed. Safe with her big brother on one side and little brother on the other. This was then followed up in the morning to the sounds of giggles and conversation. They sat in bed and chatted, shared and giggled for over half an hour. No matter how full the room is with beds, stuffies and pillows it is overflowing with love. Love for each other.

As many of you know I worry a lot about how my kids are doing, how they are treating others and how we are going to get through those tough middle school and high school years. After a night like last night, I know they would be OK. We have raised good kids, kids that stick together, kids that have empathy for others.

Greg and I were on cloud nine all day. Observing our kids from afar build such a relationship and hold each other up when they need it. That is love, love of a family, love of our family!