Can't live without

I can live without the sleep, although sometimes I feel like death.

I can live without the quiet peaceful home, although sometimes I want just five minutes of it.

I can live without the regular time for myself, although some days I complain about it.

I can live without the tidy home, although sheer overwhelm often gets the better of me.

I can live without finishing projects, although I often wonder what the point of starting anything is.

And I can live without the personal space, although at times I need a break.

But I can’t imagine having to live without the sound of their laughter as they play on the mat, even if it is interrupted by fights.

And I can’t imagine having to live without the cuddles I get first every morning, even if they are at 5.00am.

And I can’t imagine having to live without getting to kiss them goodnight every night, even though I sometimes count down til bedtime.

And I can’t imagine having to live without hearing them call me “mama”, even though at times it drives me up the wall.

And I can’t imagine having to live without getting to experience the beauty that is motherhood, even though it’s no walk in the park.

I can’t imagine it.

I simply can’t.

Especially now that I have them.

Because this love I have for them - it’s larger than life itself.

So I live with the hard parts, for the bits that I can’t live without.

And for the opportunity to live with them,

When I can’t image having to live without,

I just feel so, so, very lucky.