Sometimes being a mom can be hard. I feel like I pour so much of myself into Sam that there isn't anything left for me. At the same time, it doesn't particularly bother me - other than when I'm feeling a bit run down. Lately I have been feeling a bit burnt out, like there is just so much going on and I can't seem to keep up with it all. It can be hard to keep my patience when Sam is wailing constantly or getting into things that he shouldn't be. However all it takes is for him to flash his baby blues, to give me a big smile, to giggle....and it seems to make everything better. I think God must have made babies so cute, otherwise they wouldn't last long. :P
