Motherhood...Why I Go On

Rather than dwelling on the sheer chaos of motherhood one second longer, today I will discuss in snip its why I continue to get up every morning and mother. Why this is what I have chosen to do, and though it challenges me beyond my limits, why I would have it no other way.

My thoughts are somewhat incoherent right now, because my 15 year old is currently practicing her violin. This passionate child who plays her instrument with as much passion as she lives is drilling a concerto by Seitz. That I walk through life being constantly serenaded by the breathtaking music my children make seems like a blessing I don't deserve. Have you imagined going through life like a character in a movie, where amazing music accompanies your daily routine? That is my life. It is a beautiful life. And now when I hear countless selections of the most beautiful pieces of music ever written, I think of Jessica, or Sabrina, or Spencer, or Jonah. I think of sitting in my kitchen, making dinner as these pieces glide through the walls of our home. Those lovely trills and double stops and triple stops and the rich vibrato filling the air of this house. 

It is the fruits of the labors of driving to music lessons and  constant trips to the music store for rosin, new strings, and sheet music. It is delicious fruit. The fruit of motherhood.