When I look at any of my kids and think:

-I would take a bullet for you
-I would chew through steel to get to you
-I would crawl on my hands and knees for days to get to you
-I would step in front of moving traffic to save you
-I would step right out this nursery window if God asked me to

…. then I realize that I AM doing the equivalent of all that, every single day and night when I feel like I can’t go one more step. I AM doing all that every time I get up in the middle of the night for the fourth time, after only 30 minutes of sleep. I AM doing all that every time I hear all three cry at once. I AM doing all that when my husband goes to work and grad school and I am alone from 5AM until 9PM. I AM doing all that every time I breastfeed one while the other two cry.

I am taking a bullet for them. And I love it. Most of the time. And not in the middle of the night.

(help me)