Coffee Bigger Than My Head...And I Like It.

I am tired.  Of course I am.  I have a 5 moth old, a 2 year old, a husband in graduate school and I am tired.  It is not a complaint; it is just my new way of being.  The other day I mentioned how unbelievably tired I was, and yet so happy.  My husband asked how the two could co-exist.  Honestly, I do not know.  It just does.  One minute I am realizing I have drank more coffee than water that day, and I still cannot seem to keep my eyes open, and the next I am dancing my heart out with my two year old rock star to the Glee soundtrack.  Feeling so much love, so much blessing, I can hardly contain it.  I guess this is the way my family is with each other.  One minute Franklin says “You are mean.  I don’t like you” and twenty minutes later he is cupping my face in his tiny hands saying “You are my bestest friend in the whole world.”  The later surely cancels out the first.  It has to.  And doesn’t life, even outside of our relationships with our offspring, work like this?  Doesn’t it have to in order to carry on? This does not mean the harsh realities do not hurt us, affect us, stick with us, because they do, they must.  But, the good stuff; the stuff that makes us laugh out loud, cry of happiness, and give selflessly, matters more.  It has to.  It should.