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So I found a blog written by someone I don’t know, but seem to have much in common with. And I share this because it encouraged me, as I lie awake in bed fighting the urge to go clean my bathroom, which feels more important than sleep tonight.
I am staying in bed, because I am in sore need of a full night of sleep, and because I don’t want to fall into the trap of believing that a clean house is more important than these 1am cuddles with my baby, while he still is a baby.
Mothers, do not be discouraged. Take heart. Soak in the sweet, quiet moments with your children, even it is simply holding them while they cry over something you cannot fix. Rejoice in them. Praise God for them. Choose to ignore your dirty dishes, dirty laundry, dirty hair…love the moments you have with your beautiful gift from God.
I say this as much to remind myself as to encourage you.

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