A song keeps playing in my head: 'Where's the love?' Indeed, where ís the love?! And is there enough love going around?
Sometimes I'm so busy living, keeping the kids from killing themselves and each other, I forget about the love. It's hard to feel the love when they walk in with dirty feet after I just mopped the floor, or when they come whining to me: 'Mommy, he's looking at me the wrong way!' Then I don't think about the love. All I think about is how many hours I have to hold on till bedtime.
But once they're all tucked in and sleeping soundly, and I come and look at them, that's when I feel the love welling up in me. As do the worries and questionmarks whether I gave them enough of it.
Then I know the answer to the question of 'Where is the love'. It got squashed but reality.
Luckily it always bounces back.