Also when I had Ember, Ty wasn't even two yet. He still needed so much of my attention. Don't get me wrong I loved being a mother of two and cherish those memories dearly. They both just needed my 100%. I wanted so badly to give them both that 100% but I struggled trying to find a way to keep them both happy and keep my sanity. It took a lot out of me physically and emotionally. I just learned to take a lot of deep breaths and hold them close. However with our third, now Ty is five and Ember is three. They play so well together and can do a few things on their own. They are both potty trained, can get dressed by themselves and Ty can even make his lunch. Now most days I still get Ember dressed but Ty loves to do it himself and I usually always make their lunch but there are those days when we are running late or I need help and ask Ty to make he and Ember lunch. He puts together pb&j sandwiches, crackers, banana and some fruit snacks. It's truly such a help to have both my "big helpers" around. They both love to help bath Aiden, get his diapers, pick out his clothes and snuggle him. Ty often holds Aiden while I vacuum, make dinner or shower.
I also think once you have a child you can't imagine life with out them. From the first moment you hold them in your arms... that's it, life has changed. You change. That little baby is now apart of you. So no matter how hard things get or how dirty your house is... you can still sit down and hold your sweet baby and watch your big kids play and feel blessed beyond imagination to have them.
I no longer believe that there are "good days and bad" as a mother. Every day has good and bad in it. For me me its "good and bad moments" even if Ty and Ember are screaming or Ember refuses to get dressed and we are late for wherever it is we're suppose to be, they still hug and kiss me through the day and say "love you mama" ❤️ Or even if we're playing a game as a family and they start to fight over who is the winner or who gets what we're still sitting around together playing and making memories. There is also absolutely nothing sweeter to me than tucking my kids in at night, kissing their sweet cheeks and hearing them say goodnight mama. Then sneaking in their room after they have fallen asleep just to watch them breath.