One step forward...

How does the old saying go? One step forward and two steps back. Or is it, two steps forward and one step back? Either way, it seems to fit my recovery at this point. I hope next week gets better. Today, we are 12 days post-op. I just need a bit more time...

This weekend, I've been reminded in many ways that I am indeed a mother of five children. The "reminders" have come in various forms, such as being introduced to someone by another as "Becky. And she has five kids." I've also been "reminded" when it came time to pay the babysitter for an evening out ($$$$). I've been "reminded" as I tried to rest but heard the stomping pitter patter of ten feet running up and down the hallway. And the list goes on.

The best reminder this weekend though was hearing, "Momma, I love you" and feeling snuggles from all five of my little ones. That, my friends, is enough to make just about anything all better!