It’s another busy day as I rush through loads of laundry, grocery shopping and meal prep. By the time I get everyone fed and seated and prepare my own plate, someone needs seconds, or thirds.  Similar events repeat again in the morning as I get everyone fed and dressed and begin the lessons. I try to carve out moments for myself. Whenever they want to do something fun, I find myself in a corner somewhere finishing yet another chore or catching a rare moment alone.

Sometimes it feels easier to just not bother to include myself. I’m tempted to remain on the peripheries of my family’s life, providing support and service rather than as an equal member. This is not because I don’t believe I’m worthy of it, but because the effort required feels insurmountable.

Yet, I don't want to be a background figure when I should be a the forefront of my children's lives. Click To Tweet

This means sometimes I leave the dishes or the laundry for the extra long cuddle. I have to set aside my book or delay my bath so I can be a part of the bedtime routine or the pre-bedtime antics. I don’t do this all the time, but I need to be willing to attempt it sometimes.

This weekend is supposed to be all about moms, but, as it often is, it’s really about the kids. Letting them give me their crafts and handmade cards and trying not to wish I was alone on a tropical island instead. I may not always want to be with them, but they want to be with me. They may not know how to appreciate me, but they will never learn if I don’t at least acknowledge their meager efforts.

I’d be lying if I said I have no expectations for this year, I wish that were true. I do aspire for a time when I can accept without expecting and never be disappointed because I feel loved by the people in my family. That is something I’m working on, but I can’t get better at it, if I don’t enter in and engage.