Mom Shoulders

I looked at my shoulder this morning, as I was getting ready to take 6 of 6 to the drs. (She has been running a fever of 100+ for the past 3 days). They were filthy. A little green, a touch of blue, brown smudges toward the back. And honestly, they smelled a little like sour milk.
As I was getting ready to pull it off to trade in for a new nice smelling shirt, I paused. I realized that I am proud of my stinky, dirty, grimy shoulders. They were smudged with green because 6 of 6 is sick with a sinus infection, and I spent a good portion of the night rocking a sick baby. Blue because 4 of 6 had been coloring with blue marker at school, and because I am blessed with the opportunity to stay home with my kids, I was smeared when I hugged her as she got off the bus yesterday. Brown because 5 of 6 fell this morning while she was playing out side in the dirt. The tears mixed with the dirt and when I picked her up to kiss her better, it made mud.
And smelly, because I have been spit up on, almost daily for the past 7 months.