It seems like there are a million things I want to write about. My new years resolutions, my kids, thoughts about spirituality, running...so much. I think I will write about three kids today.
One of the most terrifying things about being pregnant again was the simple fact that I would have three kids. For months I begged advice and stories and ideas from mommies of three plus. None of it was terribly encouraging.
First of all, I absolutely love my baby girl, my little boy, and my energetic kindergartener. Each of them individually are wonderful and even well behaved. Even paired with one another isn't so bad. But the three together, well the highs are higher and the lows are so much lower.
Screaming in stereo was bad with two, but three? Deafness has already set in. Three kids to clean up after? Three different age groups to entertain? AAAAAGGGG
Three fast asleep kids? Three laughing playing kids? Three kids listening intently to a story? Three kids bowing their heads queitly during a prayer? It's a piece- a small sliver- of heaven in my home. There are clear moments of joy that carry me through the hours,even days, of hard work. Isabelle laughing, smiling. Josh saying a prayer. Abby telling me about her day.
It's making those moments happen more often that I am trying to accomplish. They seem to come and go without any predictability. This is the hardest lesson of motherhood. To just enjoy the moments of heaven without pouring over how to recreate them. Because in all honesty I have replicated exactly certains days of my life all with different outcomes. I think the key is being open to the possibility of a good time when it rolls along.
Siezing the day.
So three kids right now is challenging, but rewarding. It is an amplified state of where I was.
One of the most terrifying things about being pregnant again was the simple fact that I would have three kids. For months I begged advice and stories and ideas from mommies of three plus. None of it was terribly encouraging.
First of all, I absolutely love my baby girl, my little boy, and my energetic kindergartener. Each of them individually are wonderful and even well behaved. Even paired with one another isn't so bad. But the three together, well the highs are higher and the lows are so much lower.
Screaming in stereo was bad with two, but three? Deafness has already set in. Three kids to clean up after? Three different age groups to entertain? AAAAAGGGG
Three fast asleep kids? Three laughing playing kids? Three kids listening intently to a story? Three kids bowing their heads queitly during a prayer? It's a piece- a small sliver- of heaven in my home. There are clear moments of joy that carry me through the hours,even days, of hard work. Isabelle laughing, smiling. Josh saying a prayer. Abby telling me about her day.
It's making those moments happen more often that I am trying to accomplish. They seem to come and go without any predictability. This is the hardest lesson of motherhood. To just enjoy the moments of heaven without pouring over how to recreate them. Because in all honesty I have replicated exactly certains days of my life all with different outcomes. I think the key is being open to the possibility of a good time when it rolls along.
Siezing the day.
So three kids right now is challenging, but rewarding. It is an amplified state of where I was.
2 comments:
EXACTLY!
It's almost impossible to compare to another stage in life, because you're constantly moving ahead, progressing, growing--and so are the kids! :)
I just read a quote a few weeks ago that I remembered as I was reading this post...
"Recognize that the joy in motherhood comes in moments. There will be hard times and frustrating times. But amid the challenges, there are shining moments of joy and satisfaction." -Elder M. Russell Ballard
Amen!
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