As a Mom, I often feel like I only get what’s left over.

When the family’s work, school, activity and event schedule is set for the month… the time I get for me is whatever time is left over.

When little bodies climb into bed in the middle of the night scared about a thunderstorm, I sleep in whatever part of the bed is left over.

When I only have a couple of pieces of chicken to feed the entire family, I fill everyone else’s plates to make sure they will be filled before putting on mine whatever is left over.

When everyone else’s clothes are packed in our three-suitcase limit for vacation, I fit my things in whatever part of the bag is left over.

But …

I take what’s left over, because I love what is right under…