I am a wife to one, dog owner to two, and mom to three. My laundry is always piling up, my floors are never crumb free, and the noise level in my house is always high...but I wouldn't have it any other way (well, I wouldn't turn down a housekeeper, but you know what I mean). I am completely biased when it comes to the cuteness of my kids, but I take no credit for it, God made and gave them to me this way! I am beyond thrilled to be their mom and am trying to savor every second that I have with them as I can see just how fast time is flying!
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I love being a stay-at-home super mom, but not every day runs smoothly. This past week, we had a doosey of a morning. You know the type: three sippy cups with three different requests for beverages, sticky-pancake fingers all over the kitchen table (and chairs. and floor. and light switches), arguing over who sits where, fighting about what show is shown on the television, whining about who smacked who, etc. Oh, and this was before I even hit the "on" button on the coffee maker or before the clock told me it was seven a.m.
It is summer and preschool is out, so a full day at home with these antics would have driven us all insane, so I quickly decided that a trip to the pool might be just the ticket to soothe the savage beasts. After packing the cooler with pb &j sandwiches, grapes, Pringles (my plan was to stuff as many of these in my mouth as possible while they were swimming...they could eat the grapes. that sounds really selfish. but all is fair in love and precious seldom-bought junk-food) and water bottles I also packed the pool bag with towels, sunscreen, pool toys, water squirters, Barbie dolls, water wings, ring floaties, and goggles. Now, the neighborhood pool is only about a 1/4 mile away, but after having no coffee (or breakfast for that matter) and having to lug this all myself, it sometimes seems much longer. Just when I was settling into feeling like a servant and the typical put-upon Mom who gets no praise or thanks, my middle girl (a super cute and sassy three year old) asks to hold my hand as we walk to the pool. I am a little embarrassed to admit that my first thought was to say, "WHAT HAND? I am carrying everything...the cooler, the toys, the towels"...Luckily, I caught myself before I began that rant. Here my daughter, the entire reason I am a stay at home mom, the entire reason that I put in these tough hours and days, wants to hold MY hand. To connect with me and love me by simply holding my hand. I am so thankful that in a brief moment of clarity, I quickly rearranged the supplies and made room to grab her sweet little fingers.
Sometimes, we all need an adjustment in attitude and to reevaluate our priorities. We are often to busy to see what is important. We are often to frazzled and "in the trenches" to live in these sweet moments. As a three year old, she wants to hold my hand, but before I know it, she'll be a busy teenager who won't want to be in the same room with me and I will yearn for these "simple" days.
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