This day started like any other, with my three little humans scurrying around the kitchen like vultures seeking sustenance. They rummage through the pantry until they find the perfect granola bar and join each other for a sibling plotting session at the breakfast table, where the giggles abound. My babies are not babies anymore! In fact, I did a happy dance a few months ago when I bravely announced, “there will be no more disposable underwear in this house, you must and will pee in the toilet.” And another little jig when I did not have to tote an obtrusive pack and play everywhere we traveled. The times they are a-changin’.
After breakfast, we get rolling on making beds, getting dressed, brushing teeth, all the irritating formalities that come with mornings. Then comes homeschool. If you asked me when I was a teenager or even a 20 something gal, I would have never imagined homeschooling my children. But I love it. There are challenges, like when the older two figure out just how to get under your skin. I can see the plotting in their brains when they look at each other and start giggling away. It’s like the queen who has been overthrown by a couple of little peasants, sheerly by their laughter alone. I nearly cannot get them back on track and somedays have to give up entirely and succumb to their desire for bare feet in the grass with friends. But on the days I hear my son read its a no brainer! I did that, taught him to read.
There are days when I want to throw in the towel on this mothering gig. But that’s true for everything in life and just like every other thing, if it’s worth doing it’s probably not going to be easy. Take for instance yesterday when the seven-year-old man child decided to scare me for the billionth time. You’d think I’d have learned right? Nope still made me jump. In hindsight, yes that is funny, but at the moment it was so annoying. Or when the blonde bombshell whines about the food you make her for dinner. Or the angel baby that can do no wrong won’t stay in bed. So glamorous right? The thought enters, “what exactly did I sign up for here.” And then it fades with each little grin, each little “I love you, mama,” and little arms that squeeze so tight you might pass out. Or even your big boy that’s not too big to crawl in your lap and chat and snuggle. Those are the moments God gives you to reassure you, I can do this, with His help, I will make it.
I find myself like any other mama wishing time would slow down so they stay little longer. But I am also excited and hopeful for the people these goobers will become. To all of you moms out their raising toddlers, solidarity, my girl! Take heart it gets easier. Now I may bite my tongue when they become teens, but I feel like being a mom is becoming more and more enjoyable. I think mostly because they are becoming people who I want to know and spend time with, people I have a vested interest in and love so much. I get a front row seat watching them grow and change. Enjoy some of my favorite images of said hooligans below.
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Mar 28, 2019