It takes a village

Well, maybe it doesn’t take a village…but wouldn’t that be nice?  I am home alone tonight with the babies.  Everyone else had “things” to attend.  I was making bottles while listening to the babies cry impatiently “mom- a – moma – mom- a”.  The moments during the day when there is just one you and too many “to-do’s” left when you’re done for….well…that was one of them.

I was finishing up the bottles and I glanced out my kitchen window and saw the sweetest sight.  A little girl was on her scooter and her grandfather was lined up beside her with his best “ready, set, go” stance.  They took off and he kept up for a bit! I watched for a moment and realized that I had this HUGE smile on my face. I was quickly brought back to the task at hand….and the babies were satisfied and ready for bed.

That scene still stuck in my head, I sat down to write this.  How amazing that must be to have people  to invest in the lives of your children.  There must be so many great things to come from that.  I can only imagine that your sanity would be saved a little, your load would feel lighter, your marriage would be better.  I could go on and on.

What is the purpose of all of this rambling?  I’m not quite sure.  I guess it would be to tell you that if you are reading this and you have people,whether friends or family, who are in a position to pour love all over, into, and around your kids….Enjoy it!  It is certainly a special blessing.

Has to be love…..

It has to be love that:

-allows you to enter the nursery at 2 am and still smile at the one(s) who woke you

-coaxes you into blowing bubbles in the house one hour after mopping the floors

-causes you to eat the “rest” of anything off of a toddler’s plate for your lunch

-allows you to help with projects at midnight the night before they are due because your child “just remembered”

-causes you to wake during the night and think of uniforms that need to be put in the dryer before morning

-makes you consult “map” before leaving home and come up with exactly three points to highlight along the way, and repeat them every 1/2 mile until you have reached your destination

-change poopy diapers and be able to eat anything with gravy or mustard involved again

-causes you to clean off a paci by sucking on it to return it to a frantic baby (probably only after baby #2 though 🙂 )

-sustains you while you sit through awards banquets that consist of every child’s name being read at least twice

-search for pacifiers until the threat of knee replacement feels like a real possibility

-keep on loving when their sentences become grunts

I love my kids.  I love being a mama and all of the things that go with that.  It is not easy some days, but it is well worth it!

It had to be love that held him to that cross.  Nothing else could have ever made him take that punishment for my sins.  Thank you God for sending me your son and for giving me my sons and daughters to love.

Growing up

Oh, the power of words.  What an ability they have to affect me.  Today they did just that.

DSC00452I had been busily cleaning for the past hour or so while the babies napped.   I had gotten Lana Grace started on several projects….painting, cutting and gluing, matching shapes….most anything to keep her busy so that I could be.  Each time she finished an activity, I found her in the same place doing the same thing – sucking those (yes there are three) pacis!

 We have been battling the pacifiers for quite a while now.  I got an idea from an article that I read to use the “paci fairy.”  So Lana Grace knows that when she turns three in a few weeks and has her fairy princess party that the paci fairy is coming to get them.  A little baby somewhere needs them.  Now in exchange, she gets a ridiculous amount of “consolation prizes” but that is a story for another day!

She prayed last night for her “best most favorite things,” her pacis.  She has become very protective of them so she wants to have them now more than ever.  I suppose it is her fear of them disappearing. I hope we are not scarring her for life!

Today’s conversation went like this.  “Mommy I love my pacis.”  “I know that you do Lana Grace but you are becoming a big girl.”  “Well, when I get little for you again can I have them back?”  “Well that is not the way life works.  We don’t get to be little again.  We grow up and become big people.”

We don’t get to be little again.  We don’t get to be little again.  Wow!  Now I know I’m the mommy and I’m probably totally emotional about one of my babies turning three…but this made me sad.  When do we grow up?  When do we lose the ability to be comforted by something so simple?  When exactly do we put aside those silly things that make us giggle and let life become so complicated?

Life is so short.  I’m going to do my best to slow it down a little.  I hope the paci fairy has the courage to show up at our house.  But if not, that is how things work sometimes……. I suppose.