Is today Wednesday or Thursday?
What do we need for the party?
Who still needs gifts?
Wait you have an afterschool event and a work party Thursday
When, how, what are we doing for dinner?
You want to go where?
They want us to do what?
What day is it again?
My husband and I talk in questions. Answered passed back in
forth in rapid succession as we move about doing at least two other
things. Feeding babies, emptying the dishwasher, making food for
the toddler, feeding ourselves. This new life of four active,
hungry, always hungry, kids is an adjustment. The baby crawling
since Thanksgiving is into everything, pulling up, standing,
climbing. The toddler just talks and talks and talks. Our
house is busy even with the limitations we put on it, the
holidays make it feel insane.
Then I spend five minutes wasting time on Facebook or Instagram
and wow, I am even more behind than I thought. We don't have an Elf
(THANK GOODNESS), but we haven't baked any cookies, no Christmas
crafts, and the toddlers' Advent calendar says it's Dec. 16 (we
must have caught up a few days ago!). There is so much to do and
see in this season that even five minutes spent online can make you
But I'm not.
My tree is up. It's decorated (and re-decorated thanks to two
curious little ones). We have some other decorations up and most
importantly all the Christmas books and toys are out, so as far as
the kids know we are ready for Christmas.
So when the baby's head gets heavy and rest on my shoulder and
when he clutches my shirt and whimpers every time I stand up to put
him in his crib, I take a deep breath and soak it in. I close my
eyes and I cuddle with him. Because this is it. This is the last
baby to cuddle under the lights of a Christmas tree. This is the
last baby to keep me up all night. This is the last time that we
will see the delight of lights dancing in someone's eyes for the
first time. I want to, no I need to, soak it in.
There will be time for all those projects later. When babies are
grown and nights are for sleeping. I have learned (though need a
reminder daily) that those images that fill my news feed are a
snippet, a glimpse. I can't let that passing picture make me feel
like I am lacking when I clearly have so much.
Melissa is mom to 4 kids and 2 angels. She chronicles the sticky bits of motherhood at Peanut Butter in my Hair.
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