- My goal is to live every day to its fullest, to enjoy each moment entirely. Most days I feel like we hit that pretty spot on. I am truly enjoying my 2 1/2 year old daughter. I know it’s no secret to anyone who knows me, but I am madly in love with her. I adore the way she has an answer for everything, even if that answer is nonsense. If I ask “why did you take your shoes off?” and she replies “because there’s a frog outside.” I love her independence. When I was rocking the baby, I told her when I was done we could cook dinner. Soon after, I found her in the kitchen, a chair pulled to the counter, a box of instant potatoes ripped open, and potato flakes all over the counter, floor, and some in a pot. Today she asked as I was washing dishes “get me some spray and a scrubber. I wanna wash the car.” I next saw her running outside with Lysol bathroom cleaner and the toilet brush. I quickly traded her for some soap and water in a spray bottle and a sponge. I encourage her wanting to help me clean, cook, or any other task she wants to tackle.
- It’s so important to me to soak up every moment when I realize they’re speeding by. Ben commented today that he wished both girls could stay the age they are right now. I quickly told him I couldn’t breastfeed forever. But I totally knew what he meant. I recently saw a toddler girl. She was so cute and chubby. You know the cute chubby where their feet are still fat. I had not truly realized until I compared her and my daughter, that Chloe had moved past toddler while I wasn’t looking. Chloe has shot up in height and slimmed up, now more resembling the little girl she is becoming rather than the toddler she once was. I see my little girl outside today with her long pony tail curled up at the end, and even longer legs, and I just can’t stop watching her. I’m not sure if it’s fear she’s gonna hurt herself out there, or fear that if I look away she’ll come back from the swing set a 10 year old. So I just keep watching. I watch her move from cleaning the car, to cleaning all her ride on toys, then her playhouse, then the slide, and finally the sandbox, before she heads back to cleaning the car with a now muddy sponge. I can’t stop watching for more reasons than one, for sure.
- I do enjoy each day, as I said, but I understand the sad days too. I know the days when I miss my Mom and wish she knew my babies. I know days when I may not be content with where I am in life compared to the dreams of where I want to be. I know days when so much tragedy and evil can come to surface all around you in such a way that it’s extremely disheartening. I thought this morning that I’m not sure how people who don’t know Christ and have a relationship with God that offers hope and an end to pain, how they can move past tragedy. I do know that God is there whether you take advantage of the wonderful benefits a relationship with Him entails or not. I thought of a time when I pushed Him away, and tried to live a life on my own. I thought of my life before I even knew Him. I know He had His hand on me even then. I don’t know why bad people do bad things. I don’t know why there has to be pain, even to good people. I do know that He is in control, and that knowledge gives me peace even in the turmoil. Who wouldn’t want that. I look at my kids, and I see a future. There are good people in this world, and there is hope. I will enjoy every moment of each day, even if sadness comes; there is hope.
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- I know some women with twins, and today I got perhaps a glimpse of the double the trouble, and double the fun that they experience. My Sister found herself really needing a sitter today while she was at work, and I couldn’t say no. I have trained my children to sleep in, and since even Ben works later hours, none of us get up until 9 am. We in turn, hold later hours, such as not having dinner until 8 or 9 pm, when Ben gets home. This is a schedule that works for us as a family. You can imagine my excitement over Sis dropping off her daughter at 6 am. Like I said, though, I couldn’t say no. We have always helped each other in my family. My niece has a tendency to experience separation anxiety, so I prayed it up before she arrived! It really went beautifully. A normally loud child, she was very quiet while the rest of the house slept, and even laid down beside me, and we both drifted off until 9 am, when the baby began to stir. My niece is exactly one day younger than my daughter. No we didn’t plan that, it just happened. They had a grand time playing today, with minimal “No, that’s mine” moments. It was amusing to hear two chattering voices in unison. I don’t know if they were listening to one another or not. I certainly couldn’t understand most of it. I stepped in pee, thankfully in the bathroom floor, not once but twice. I was amazed when they went down for a nap simultaneously. There were double the chicken nuggets, double the juice boxes, double the booboo’s, and in the end, double the comedic relief. I just grinned ear to ear as I watched them jump through the sprinkler in their matching Dora panties.
- Chloe continued to act like she had a comrade in arms, even after Hannah left. It’s like a bravery was there that normally is not. She felt it was necessary to test my limits as we went to dinner, eating with her hands (something she never does), then switching to just putting her face in her plate after I instructed her to use her spoon. When I questioned if she was testing me, she looked at me very serious like and replied very deadpan “yes”. Which then brings to mind, why do children try to get you in trouble for abuse? Is mine the only one that does this? You physically move them when correcting them, and suddenly they yell out very loudly “Ouch Mommy! You hurt me!” I did no such thing. I may have thought about it in the back recesses of my brain. But I didn’t. She was also amusing. As the waiter at the Mexican restaurant spoke to her, she asked him “Why are you talking like that? That’s Spanish!” I suppose he didn’t look like Diego (Dora the Explorer’s cousin) so she didn’t think his accent was appropriate. She is a challenge, but still my ultimate joy.
- In continuation of yesterday’s post, Ben and I came to a final ruling on the decision we had under consideration. I found myself praying about it early this morning, wanting to make sure I heard God’s voice correctly when the time came. It was then that I felt like He told me I needed to not stress and worry if I was making the right decision, that in Him there is not fear. I couldn’t fear making the wrong decision, but just needed to relax and trust that we would know what to do when it came down to it. In the end, we made what I truly believe to be the right decision. It was based logically, with our best interests in mind. That’s not always easy. It’s much more fun to go with the choice that is more exciting and enjoyable to our desires and pleasures. It’s nice though, when you can lean on the knowledge and judgement that being in God’s character has taught you. Then it seems to just come naturally to you. I feel a real peace about it, and that is all I need.
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- I’ve spent a large part of my day packing up winter clothes, to make room for summer duds. It’s been quite a chore, when you factor in doing that for three girls. And, it’s not like I can start and just work till I’m finished. Like my sleep, my housework is fractured as well. Bailey takes her big nap around lunch, and now that I’ve started proceeding this nap with a little rice cereal, she usually takes a good one. The thing is, betting on that is like playing roulette. You might end up losing out. She can always surprise you and wake up after 30 minutes. Today, though, would have been a good day for throwing the dice. She slept four hours straight. That only left the toddler to contend with. After meals, a bath, getting dressed, and plenty of cuddles, I was able to get to business. It’s always hard for me to put away Chloe’s little dresses, knowing she won’t wear them again. Glad I got another girl.
- Ben and I have been presented with a decision for our future that requires some heavy duty praying. I want to make a sound decision and not act on emotion. I also want to operate within God’s plan. I know God gave us a brain and free will, but I firmly believe in open and closed doors. I believe God is in control of all things and by handing over all aspects, it allows Him to move freely. I prayed that if it was His will for us to move forward, He would make it clear. Ben also said if He did, we should be ready to step out in faith. Please keep us in your prayers as we seek God for answers. Pray that we hear Him crystal clear. If you have a word for me, I’m open.
- Earlier, I placed Bailey on the floor. As I stood up and towered over her, I thought how small she looked. This afternoon, when Ben carried her into the kitchen after her nap, I thought she looked so big. I told her, “sometimes you look big, and sometimes you look small.” I chuckled immediately as it occurred to me that that is a perfect description of my Christian walk. I would probably never refer to myself as a big Christian. What I mean is I can look back to where I used to be, when I was so scared and lonely in life, consumed by worry and depression. I was so small in my relationship with Christ. Then I see how He brought me out of it all, and it makes me feel like a giant, tall and proud for what we overcame. Then I look into the future, to where I would desire to be in Christ and I feel kinda small again compared to the expanse I have to travel. Philippians 3:12-14. Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.
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- I started my Monday as I do most. I slept 12 hours last night. Yes it was fractured, but even if it’s broken up, 12 hours sleep is amazing. The rest of the day followed suit as being pretty darn wonderful. I decided to try Bailey on some rice cereal this morning. I remember Chloe wasn’t in any hurry to eat solids, and pushed them out of her mouth until at least 6 months of age. Bailey, living up to being her own little Gowen, ate every bite like she’d been doing this the whole time. I was proud of her, but once again amazed at how quickly she’s growing up. We did some spring cleaning outside, tidying up the back deck and yard. Chloe surprised me saying, “I need me a princess gun so I can shoot me some wasps.” I can only blame her Father. He did buy three water guns, and we all enjoyed a water fight outside. We took a walk around the block a few times, rode bikes, and went for ice cream. The entire day was made more enjoyable by constant commentary by Chloe. She has an explanation for everything, and if you don’t acknowledge her comment, she’ll be glad to repeat it over and over until you do. I know the day was an enjoyable one for her too, as she ended it by falling asleep in her dinner plate.
- I also got to enjoy a favorite bi-annual past-time of mine. Tonight was the kid’s exchange. As usual, I spent more than I planned on spending. I try to narrow down my selections, but still end up with a laundry basket full. I rather enjoy the rule about not bringing your kids. I see that some people do, but don’t tell my husband that! It’s the only time ever that I get to shop without looking around to make sure Chloe hasn’t broken something or disappeared. That in itself is like a mini vacation. The plan is always to spend what I plan on making off my sales. That’s like planning to just eat half that brownie last night! Good intentions, but not realistic when I see something I want. Chloe was pleased with her clothes, but was especially excited for the Little Mermaid swimsuit and pink poodle dress (as I knew she would be, and the only reason I got either one). Bless Ben. He endured my show and tell of my purchases, and never said a word when I told him the total spent. Good man.
- As I thought of how wonderful my day was, I couldn’t help but think of the tragedy today in Boston. I’ll be honest. I sometimes want to be like an ostrich and bury my head in the sand when it comes to things like that. I think that if I can forget the ugly world exists, and surround and submerge myself in my beautiful, little world, all the rest will fade away and be unable to touch us. I felt so guilty for that today. I was reminded of a song by Matthew West called My Own Little World. I asked God “to break my heart for what breaks yours”. I thought of how grieved He must be when He sees us harm one another. I prayed for forgiveness for myself and my complacency, but also for humankind and what we do to ourselves every day. I’ve attempted to share a link for that song, so hopefully it works. The lyrics say it all.
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- I think eventually a woman stops having children because she can’t go without sleep any longer. I get sleep. It’s just fractured sleep. This morning Ben woke me at around 2 am, before he went to bed, to give me the baby to feed. I knew that when he woke me, I startled and looked like a wide-eyed deer in headlights, but I couldn’t help myself. As I pulled myself out of the sandman’s grip, I attempted to perform actions that showed some logical thinking. I looked at the clock and counted on my fingers the hour since her last feeding. I grabbed my breasts to see if they felt full. I’m sure, to his alert eyes, I looked like a half-deranged maniac, touching myself, looking all around, and wiggling my fingers in front of my face. I fell asleep with the baby cradled in my arm after I fed her, but that’s only half correct. I actually dozed off. It seems my infant daughter either suffers from restless leg syndrome or just likes to kick me all night. So from feeding time till my alarm went off, I drifted in and out. What amazes me the most, though, is how the sound of my alarm magically puts the baby fast asleep and completely motionless. Once I’m up, she is so still I have to check to make sure she’s breathing. So if you see me out and notice the bags under my eyes, you’ll understand.
- Mommy and Daddy aren’t the only tired ones though. The kiddos need more naps than their curious little minds will allow them to succumb to. Point in case, when I arrived home from work last night, Chloe was bouncing off the walls. She was sans nap, and the only thing she knew to do to keep from falling over in a heap on the floor was to keep moving, keep talking, and swing on me like I was a jungle gym. Nothing says welcome home after a hard day on your feet than someone using your leg as a horsey. This could only be sustained for so long, so before I knew what happened her mood changed from hyper happy to bereaved bawling. Bailey can also turn on a dime, and decided to make Chloe’s sad solo a depressed duet. They were both exhausted. Nothing says welcome home like screaming, crying children. Thankfully they both passed out in record time.
- I used to be a waitress in my younger years, before nursing became my career. I was thinking today that the two occupations are similar in many ways. In the restaurant, you can be so slow, not a customer in sight. You’re almost bored. Then suddenly the dinner rush hits and it’s pure insanity. In nursing, you’re joking with your co-workers, caught up on all your tasks, patients sleeping, then suddenly it hits the fan. Everyone has pain, gets nauseated, has to use the bathroom, or crashes at the same time. In both occupations, you’ll feel overwhelmed and often short staffed. In each you’ll often feel under appreciated and under paid. You’ll feel like you’re running your legs off, and pray for a break. You will feed others, but skip your own lunch. You’ll say yes Ma’am and yes Sir, even if they’re rude, always exemplifying customer service. My advice to you: when you see a waitress or nurse, say thank you. You may just make their day.
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- I woke up drenched in sweat. That’s always lovely. It looked like I’d been doing cardio in my sleep, but no, it was just the heat from my skin. It was blazing hot and resembled the color of a tomato. I used to never get a sunburn, but I suppose that’s just another joy of hormonal changes and how they turn your entire life upside down. Yesterday when we were outside at the festival, I did as any mother would. I brought 50 SPF sunscreen for my kiddos since it was their first time out in the sun this season. Not that it ever had a chance to hit them with the canopies and shade I kept them under. So naturally, my children are pale as ever, and I’m roasted. I can’t help but be amused at that. I can finally relate to how my Mom put us above herself. My amusement at the situation does nothing, though, for the nagging pain on my shoulders and chest.
- It’s a wonder to me that I get to work some mornings. Being off 5 days in a row is just enough to knock me out of the routine of it all. My routine that feels comfortable now is mothering. As I ran out the door this morning, I started grabbing my purse and nurse’s bag. I also grabbed the diaper bag and almost took it with me. It’s so accustomed to being on my shoulder that I have a permanent indention to keep it in place. As I drove to the hospital, I turned down the street that went to Ben’s work. We always go visit him before running errands or going to the park. I suppose that’s where my internal GPS wanted to take me instead of straight ahead to the hospital. Once I’m on my unit, I fall into the swing of things. It’s just the task of getting there and separating myself from my kids that’s the problem.
- I think anytime you’ve personally experienced sickness and/or loss in your family, it’s difficult to not be reminded of that when you work as a nurse. You will see so many situations that bring back the memories of your own strife. Frequently I think of my Mom when I encounter some of my patients. For those not close to me, my Mom became a very sick lady. She was in a horrific car wreck and suffered traumatic brain injury. In the years following her injury, we saw Mom go through many stages of illness, where she couldn’t care for herself, all the way to being like her old self, and back again. Eventually, her illness was more than her body could handle on this earth. Today I saw a family gripped by grief and worry for their parent. They were extremely attentive and required a lot of my support. I only hope that they could see my empathy, as I felt their pain, and understood their sorrow. If only we could always view things from someone’s perspective, imagining walking in their shoes. I pray I can always look through their eyes and see their view, though painful it may be.
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- While sitting in O’Charley’s enjoying dinner, I looked across the table and saw my 2 year old enjoying a buttery, yeast roll. She had her eyes closed, with a big, closed mouth grin, savoring the delicious warm bread. It reminded me how much my children teach me on a daily basis. Chloe’s enjoyment of a good roll isn’t her only notable appreciation. Today we went to the Railroad Festival in Amory. Watching her take in all the sights, sounds, and smells of the day was tremendously enjoyable for me. Her excitement over the Ferris wheel, the joy on her face as she slid down an inflatable slide, her appreciation of freshly squeezed lemonade, the way she danced to the live bands, soaked up the sun, and proudly sat still for her face painting; all her reactions were taken in by me. The way she embraces life is inspiring, and encourages me to take hold of each day with the same zeal and wonder as she does.
- My second child has taught me not to take life so seriously and to relax. I sometimes step outside myself mentally and observe me with her. I’m surprised, usually, by my ease over situations that I treated differently with my first baby. Today, as we sat under a crowded tent at a picnic table, I was ready to eat. Well, so was Bailey. So I breastfed her. I used a privacy sling I’ve got, so no one was flashed while trying to eat, but this was something I wouldn’t have felt comfortable doing with Chloe. Nursing in public crowds used to be off limits. In the restaurant, I noticed I had poop on my jeans. Bailey had a poopy blow-out prior to our dinner. I just laughed. Poop on my clothes, spit-up in my hair; it’s no matter. A girl’s gotta eat. Chloe sat across from me eating straight butter from the bread basket. I just shook my head, instead of fearing for her nutritional well-being. Life’s a lot easier when you can relax and enjoy it.
- As we started our day, driving along a back, country road, Chloe rattled off question after question. She has become even more inquisitive lately, and is constantly asking what or why? Why did you go that way? What is that Momma? When I told her something would make me “pretty upset”, she looked at me confused and asked, “Why Momma? Pretty is good.” As we drove along and she asked questions, I looked in the rear view and felt compelled to say “I love you Chloe.” As I said it, I felt a lump in my throat, and almost cried. The most important lesson my children have taught me is how to love someone, pure and true, more than myself, and unconditionally. I’ve never been a fan of school, but this current crash course is the best.
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- It’s been a rainy day, as anyone in the Corinth area is aware. I thought about blogging on all the things I got accomplished today. Since the weather’s been nice, we’ve spent so much time outside, that I was falling behind on my household chores. Rain afforded me the excuse to get laundry done. I thought about blogging about the funny things my two year old has done today. Those are always plentiful. I could talk about her wanting to fry chicken for breakfast, or how cute she is when she’s compelled to jump on the bed after I strip the sheets. I thought about blogging about the baby and how I still stand in awe and disbelief over how good she is. I knew I could talk all about how well she behaved yesterday on our long grocery shopping expedition. For some reason, today, none of that gave me the spark that compelled me to put my thoughts down for you to read. In the end, it was the worm. That dried up earthworm that found its final resting place on the floor of my laundry room; he demanded to be the subject for today.
- I’ve been writing, other than this blog, late at night, after the children go to sleep. It’s giving me the opportunity to see things that have happened in my life from a different perspective. You’ve always heard hindsight is 20/20. Well, writing can often be like that. It allows you to put a spotlight, or perhaps a microscope on a situation and see angles and depths you never noticed while in the midst of it all. By putting my own life under the lens, I am seeing where God has brought me, and what He had brought me out of as well. That worm had come out of the ground today when the storm came. Unplanned by him, he was tracked inside on my husband’s shoe. After falling from the sole of Ben’s Nike, I’m sure the little worm was relieved. But then he realized he was far from home and without the protection of the cool earth from which he came. I’m sure he struggled and strove, searching for some soft dirt. He likely had also been injured in the entire transfer from the wet grass outside, to the groove on the bottom of the sneaker, and finally to the warm, dry wooden floor. Eventually pain, fatigue, maybe some internal bleeding, but perhaps just a loss of hope, caused little Mr worm to give up.
- If you put your life under the microscope, what would you see? Would you recall a time where you left the safety of your cool, moist earth when storms came and threatened to wash you away? Would you recall a time like Job, where a whale swallowed you, or a giant shoe picked you up like our little worm friend? What did you do when you were in the belly of the whale, or on a stark wooden floor far from your home or comfort zone? Was it painful? Were you frightened? Did you want to give up? Matthew 6:28 & 30 would ask you “Why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more cloth you, O you of little faith?” When we look at our lives, right now, are we trusting Him to deliver us? Are we pressing on in faith towards the goal He’s placed in our hearts, or are we giving up and risking that we’ll become hardened, brittle, and dried up like the little worm? As I see myself under my own microscope, I pray not. I pray never to dry up.
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- Parenting can often be divided into a 50/50 ratio. You can look at many things from this 50/50. It’s kind of like a pros and cons thing, or perhaps a love/hate relationship. You love to see your baby laugh, you hate to hear them scream. It even starts before they’re born. You hate the annoying symptoms of pregnancy like nausea and acne, but you love feeling your baby move or hearing their heartbeat. You love telling people your pregnant or showing off your baby bump, but cringe at hemorrhoids and the thought of your vagina opening to the size of a mayonnaise jar to allow passage of a small human. You love it when your kid finally says Momma, but want to pull your hair out when they won’t stop. So it is also with milestones and growth and development. You can’t wait for them to walk, but then you need them to be still.
- When Chloe was a baby, it seemed like the newborn part lasted forever. Either she was a fussy baby, or I was an insecure Mommy. Probably both. Either way, she spent the first 3-4 months of her life crying, a lot. I didn’t think she’d ever get past that. After that it started to get fun. She would laugh and try to talk. I couldn’t wait for her to roll over. I would put her down for tummy time and encourage her to roll. Then I couldn’t wait for her to crawl. After that, I wanted her to walk. Last night, she wanted to take a bath “all by herself.” She washed her own hair and body, and just needed a little help from me rinsing. She’s taken to picking her own clothes out, and putting them on herself. Today she sat with a book of her older sisters’ and was reading it aloud (or so she thought). She brushes her teeth. Today when she put on her socks and shoes, I observed that they were on the right foot. I’m 50/50, see. My heart swells with pride over her accomplishments, the many new things she learns on a daily basis. But see, I’m also sad. I’m stunned and saddened over the fact that my little colicky, pooping all the time (when she wasn’t eating), butterball of a baby, now says, “It’s ok Momma. I can do it myself.”
- Bailey is 4 months old. I find this an extremely cruel joke, for I am absolutely certain that I just brought her home from the hospital last week. Unlike Chloe, Bailey sped through the newborn stage. I woke up and I had an infant capable of holding her head up, laughing, and cooing. She’s discovered her feet without my permission. Today I watched as she grabbed at toys hanging from her activity gym and played with them. She shouldn’t be ready to play with toys yet! When I put her on the floor on her back while I got groceries out of the jeep, I returned to find her on her stomach, raised up on her arms looking around like she was considering crawling. I’m 50/50 guys. My first thought was one of pride for her milestone accomplishment. My other thought was “Stop! This is going too fast!” I recall learning in Human Growth & Development about stages of development. I probably couldn’t name the stages for you now. One thing I always remembered from that study was that Erickson said you never went through a stage until you were ready. You couldn’t skip a stage. You had to go through each one, to be ready for the next. That being said, I can’t fathom Chloe dating. Thankfully, I don’t have to yet. I can handle each moment as it comes and grow with them.
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- When my two year old woke up, right off the bat, she had a clear idea of what she wanted to do today. While we were still in pajamas, before I had ingested even 1/4 of my cup of coffee, she was requesting a list of things she felt made for a perfect day. She wanted to go to the park, eat a popsicle there, and blow Mickey Mouse bubbles. Pretty specific was her request, and in her mind, completely within reason. As a 35 year old woman, I had a completely different idea for what I wanted out of today. I had errands to run, such as needing to go to the bank. I also wanted to clean the house up a bit, nothing crazy, just enough straightening so I didn’t want to jump off a cliff every time I walked in the living room. As we sat there this morning, amidst the avalanche of clutter, Chloe dreamed of a bubbly play day while I tried to search the Internet for how long postpartum hormonal imbalances last. I needed any shred of text to tell me I wasn’t crazy for just crying while I read cute facts about Mr Rogers.
- There was rain sticking around at the start of the day, which made a park excursion quite difficult. We made plans for a play date instead with some others Moms and littles. Chloe didn’t hit any of the other children that I’m aware of, and that to me made it a success. My plan was to make my bank run prior to play date. I found myself running around like my favorite fowl friend who has suffered decapitation, and in doing so, lost my sanity temporarily. I had the children in the jeep and ran out with the last of the bags, pulling the locked door behind me, yet leaving the keys on the hook. Thankfully my play date was across the street, and required no vehicle or anything in the house. After Chloe played with kids her age and I actually got to have a conversation with adults for a couple of hours, Ben was home on break and let us back in the house. I convinced Chloe to take a power nap. She brought up the park, popsicle, and bubbles again. I promised we could, if she took a nap. So she did.
- I could have come up with some excuse easy enough that a two year old would believe, some reason why we could not go to the park. I had a hamper full of laundry, a sink full of dishes, and tons of tiny things I consistently put off. (I had been able to save my sanity by straightening the living room while they napped). You know me well enough by now,I’m sure, to know that after nap-time we loaded up and went to the park. Sometimes it seems like you spend so much time and energy entertaining your child, and it’s hard to see the pay-off, especially in the midst of it. When you’re searching the aisles for Mickey Mouse bubbles (which I found), cleaning up melted Popsicle off a little face, bouncing a fussy baby who didn’t get enough quiet time for naps, rushing to make dinner in time, cleaning the stink of the day off two kids, and trying to pin-point if you got accomplished anything you wanted to do; you can wonder if it was really worth it. Then a freshly scrubbed, naked toddler walks up to you, grabs your leg while smiling at you with a gap toothed grin, and says “I love you Mommy!” Then you know you got more accomplished today than you could of ever hoped for.
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