Blessed be the moms, awake at 2 am, emailing to edit their coming day, holding babies sick again. 

Blessed be the work that just won’t get done, the lament and worry, and the spirit’s reminder - you’re not the only one. 

Blessed be the bodies, aching, wanting to go to bed, but called to be the living home to little ones instead. 

Blessed be the priorities, constantly in flux, the feelings of inadequacy and the holy insisting- you are enough.

Blessed be the tiny ones who find themselves in our care, may they always know we’d again choose this road, the sacred giving of ourselves as prayer.