I am dedicating this post to our kids and the wonderful craziness they bring to our lives. As I'm writing this Noah is banging on a toy drum with some of my wooden cooking spoons. I'm having to yell at Seth so he can hear me, even though he's about three feet away. That's just a perfect picture of our days here.
We're constantly trying to get through the day. We're saying "NO!" when Bella is eating dog food or dumping the water bowl in her lap. We're chasing Noah because he's running around without clothes or a diaper. We're trying to enforce our "No TV Time" to encourage him to play and read. Our days are filled with small triumphs and struggles as we try to help mold these little people who God has allowed us to care for.
It's a job that holds a lot of burden and responsibility, but I would never trade it. I read a post on someone's facebook account recently that said she never understood why people wanted to have kids until she had one of her own. I can't relate to that. I've always wanted these sticky, crying, squirmy bundles in my life. I wanted a "normal" two parent family with lots of kids running around.
What I didn't expect was the awe I would have for the Lord after I saw how beautiful my children were. I remember minutes after I had Noah, looking at him in wonder. I always imagined what my kids would look like. I remember thinking, "Wow. God, I'm so glad it's you're job to create. I could never have designed something so good."
My days are filled with smiles and kisses. Yes, there's some yelling. There's plenty of time-outs and sometimes spankings. But the feeling I get when I see Bella reach up for me (her way of telling me to pick her up) or the way Noah runs to me when I pick him up after work, makes my everyday normal life feel extraordinary.
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