i don't wonder if it's worth it.
but sometimes i get tired:

last night was so long-
up every hour
wiping his nose,
trying to soothe him.
after he awoke bright and early,
spent the morning whining,
and finally succumbed to
a restless nap,
i collapsed on the couch.
fought back tired tears
and felt like a flop;
when i heard that
whisper-voice:

thank you.
for taking care of My baby.

that's when i knew
every frustration
every coffee-dependent day
every single hour of
every sleepless night
was a gift to the One
who made this little man.

yes, some days i get tired.
but i always know it's worth it.