I sat down and began to get all sentimental about being a mom, and how all the sacrifices can seem to overwhelm us. How we seemingly lose ourselves in the midst of self sacrifice and the ideaology that we have to maintain a perfect house. How the "Who am I ?" question can rock a mom to her knees and leave her doubting for weeks.
I was sitting here readying my soapbox for my latest revelation, of how I had reflected on that saying that " We teach what we know, yet reproduce what we are".. when I sat down and questioned how that was possible, when I felt that I was trying so hard to show my kids exactly how the sacrifices we make can help others.... and then I saw that I had put the priority of my own pride in wanting to look like I had my home in order... before my kids in a way. Sure, I want to teach them that having a clean home is nice and pass on to them the joy I find in that... yet, it made me wonder, was I unknowingly putting my greatest accomplishments on the back burner, so that I could stand proudly and say, " Yes, I did the dishes today!"
So, as I readied myself for this great verbal outpouring that would more than likely equate into random ramblings that I bequeath on to those I love the most (poor you!), did I hear the all too familiar sound of arguing. This was supposed to be "quiet time" and there was no quiet. As I got up to go correct the situation, I heard more clearly... the kids were fighting over whose poop was in the toliet.... seriously... who argues over excrement?!
I got closer, to find Hunter not on his bed as he should be, but standing in the bathroom with half a bottle of lotion emptied all over the counter, the mirror, and his hair. Clearly, he thought we had a all in one bottle of magic cleaner, cleanser and hair gel. Here was my little guy, on the brink of being three. Wanting to do everything on his own, trying his hardest to be just like daddy and have some kind of style or goop in his hair, wanting to show how big he is by cleaning the bathroom for me, all the while telling Jade that what was in the toliet was his and not hers.
I sighed, I had a bigger mess to clean up, that sentimental rambling sensation passed as I prepped Hunter for a shower, and I pondered when I would get a moment of quiet to myself, trying to determine the answer I reversed the question... how in the world will I ever live a day without this chaos when my children are grown?
Yes, the sentiment was back and I was left to the temporary mess of what my home has become and the deafening realization that as this will pass, I'll never have the chance to get these days back. So, bring on the noise, the mess, the arguing, the tears, the interruptions, and the "I'm not sleepy". It certainly is for a limited time and I intend to enjoy every minute of it .
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After the rains, we had a little mud in the yard....Hunter tripped and fell and came running, with that look of suprise still on his face.
We took the kids down to the carousel....
and got balloon animals too!
Jade all snuggly with Dex and he's clearly enjoying it.
Hunter loving on Dex
We went to check out the snow before our latest storm...
I LOVE this picture, Jade is entirely into eating the clean snow, Daddy found for her... while Hunter seems a little put off that she is eating it and not displaying it for the picture.
Dex all bundled up and not enjoying it as much as I was...
She looks SO grown up!
Last but not least... I was cleaning and turned around to find Hunter reading some of our old Magazines and I had to take a pic... sooo cute.
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