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I sat down at the computer this morning to work on some emails when a half a moment later Morgan climbed on top of the desk practically in front of the monitor screen adorned in her pink paper crown and countless bead necklaces. She was pretending that I was the evil stepmother and that she was a beautiful princess who was running late for the ball and her stepsisters had stolen her necklace and on and on and on.

Reagan was standing behind me in the office chair combing, or should I say tugging and yanking, her tiny barbie comb through my hair and smacking her toy blow dryer against the side of my face. Every once in a while she would poke her head to the side of mine and say "so pwetty!"

And there I was working away on my business as usual; responding here and there to Morgan in my evil stepmother voice and confirming to Reagan that she was making mommy "pwetty." And then I stopped and realized what was really happening and had to laugh. Here I was trying to write a simple email, one that should take me less than 30 seconds, and it was taking me more like 30 minutes. I am just typing away on the computer with my head jerking to and fro while imitating a scary step mother voice. What a scene. The funny thing is that it was as normal as could be.

I'm afraid that there are many moments like these that pass me by. I believe that I am so blessed with so many simple times that they have become routine and I don't notice them like I should. But, it's moments like these that manifest the true meaning of motherhood and help me to continue on when my energy is depleted and I feel like I have nothing more to give.