I wonder the same thing myself.
But this is my life and sometimes I have to pinch myself. It's ridiculous. My kids are awesome and hilarious. My husband plays the guitar to them before bedtime which makes it seem like we're in a page of a children's story and he tells me he loves me every night. I spend my day taking care of people I love by cooking and cleaning and hugging and kissing and sometimes I even get to go shopping "for them" and for me. It's all part of the job description.
Is our life a walk in the park? No. We aren't swimming in money. We have bad nights of too little sleep. Our kids don't listen to us and they refuse to eat their dinner. I think my husband works too much sometimes and he thinks I need to snap out my grouchy moods.
I could keep going with a list of complaints but these are the faces I wake up to each morning.
They wake up happy. They wake up knowing they are loved. They wake up feeling confident that today, this very day, will be the best day of their little lives.
Their joy is irrefutable and resilient. Even a mean mom with arbitrary rules can't ruin their mood.
This is my life, a life I share with a handsome man and three souls who teach me every day that all the crap that I think is important is all just a distraction from what really matters. Jesus. Love. Joy. Loyalty. Companionship.
I don't think I could have gotten luckier if I had tried.