I sneak into their room to watch them...so at peace, so pure. And the frustrations of the day and the angry words we might have spoken to each other (or the ones they hurled at one another) are all forgotten as the slate gets cleaned in sweet dreams.
The cats sleep, the dog snores, the husband rolls over and places a pillow on his head, and I blog about the emotions of the day. My babies....they are my life. I try each day to soak them up, drink them in. I used to take a million pictures and then it got so hard to have the camera with me every second and keep up with the uploading, printing, cataloging, etc. and I've gotten lazy.
Then I see in the blink of an eye how everything can change.....
...and I want to have my camera around my neck again. Savor it, record it, relive it, rejoice in it. Let my daughter smear lip gloss on morning, noon and night (clear only though), let her change her clothes 6 times a day and wear her Christmas dress in July. Let my son use as much paper as he wants writing me notes as he learns to spell and write for himself. Listen to them giggle as they hatch a plot to trick mommy or hide under the bed. Listen to the laughter of my oldest son as he plays with the younger two and uses his own nicknames for them.
Fall in love with my husband all over again when I see him as the father of these adorable children whom I love with all my heart. And appreciate that even though he doesn't "get" why I come here, or why I visit blogs or Rosie or any of those other online recesses, he lets me indulge because he knows it gives me something in the wee small hours of the night while the kids are asleep and my brain will not rest.
And now, I must get some sleep. Up to get the kids ready and be a mommy helper at school and kinder teacher in the afternoon. And I will look at all these children that I do not know and love them anyway just because they are there....and they trust me....and we are in the same space at the same time sharing experiences together....and because each child must KNOW they are loved and valued and they may not always get that at home.
To sleep, perhaps to dream....cartwheels on the beach, butterflies in the garden, a little girl with a big, pink backpack running down the hall to greet her mother.....
The cats sleep, the dog snores, the husband rolls over and places a pillow on his head, and I blog about the emotions of the day. My babies....they are my life. I try each day to soak them up, drink them in. I used to take a million pictures and then it got so hard to have the camera with me every second and keep up with the uploading, printing, cataloging, etc. and I've gotten lazy.
Then I see in the blink of an eye how everything can change.....
...and I want to have my camera around my neck again. Savor it, record it, relive it, rejoice in it. Let my daughter smear lip gloss on morning, noon and night (clear only though), let her change her clothes 6 times a day and wear her Christmas dress in July. Let my son use as much paper as he wants writing me notes as he learns to spell and write for himself. Listen to them giggle as they hatch a plot to trick mommy or hide under the bed. Listen to the laughter of my oldest son as he plays with the younger two and uses his own nicknames for them.
Fall in love with my husband all over again when I see him as the father of these adorable children whom I love with all my heart. And appreciate that even though he doesn't "get" why I come here, or why I visit blogs or Rosie or any of those other online recesses, he lets me indulge because he knows it gives me something in the wee small hours of the night while the kids are asleep and my brain will not rest.
And now, I must get some sleep. Up to get the kids ready and be a mommy helper at school and kinder teacher in the afternoon. And I will look at all these children that I do not know and love them anyway just because they are there....and they trust me....and we are in the same space at the same time sharing experiences together....and because each child must KNOW they are loved and valued and they may not always get that at home.
To sleep, perhaps to dream....cartwheels on the beach, butterflies in the garden, a little girl with a big, pink backpack running down the hall to greet her mother.....
4 comments:
Yes, it is all about:
Making a Memory today ......
sometimes , it is all we have....
it is all about living in the moment, not worrying about yesterday or tomorrow , ,, just today .
Beautifully said...
my dad used to always say "you're so good when you're sleeping"!!!!
I LOVE YOUR BLOG. ♥
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