I expected life to get a little crazy when we added our fourth
child. I expected to sleep less. I expected the house to be a lot
noisier, a little messier. I did not expect it to be so busy. It
appears, more so than having a newborn, having too school age
children in the spring is crazy.
Between the birthdays and end of school activities our May
calendar is more full than our December calendar!
Our family doesn't do well when we live on a diet of busyness.
Everyone gets snappy, and cranky and nothing seems to go smoothly.
Our morning routine has particularly suffered from the busyness, a
direct result of late out of routine evenings. Whenever our
mornings are not going well, when I'm barking orders at the big
kids and running from here to there and there to here to gather
stuff, those are the morning the little ones break down. Toddler
tantrums, baby being fussy, they seem to feed off the negative
energy and get in on it too.
Monday was one such morning. It was a long and busy weekend and
our morning was running behind when of course the baby had a
blowout diaper. I asked the toddler to please, PLEASE let her
brother help her get her shoes on while I took the baby to get
changed. Being a typical toddler this was absolutely, positively
not acceptable to her. She followed me into the bedroom crying and
whining and speaking her toddlerease in a full dissertation of what
one word for 2013 is breathe. So as I changed the
baby and the toddler whined at me I tried very hard to focus on
just taking some deep breaths and ignoring her, when suddenly she
stopped. I looked down to make sure she was okay and there I saw
her, full of wonder and curiosity staring at the curtain in our
The sun was shining very brightly, something we haven't seen in
awhile, and the blinds underneath were pulled up to let the air
from the open window in. She could see the shadow of pull
cords clearly through the heavy curtain. I stood and watched as she
tried to grab them from the front, stepped back and investigated
more. I quietly watched as she peeked around one side of the
curtain, than the other. As she tried to keep looking at the front
while pulling the curtain aside to figure it out. She squealed with
glee as she went and hide behind the curtain realized the cords,
like her, were there "hiding".
It only took a minute. A minute I would have spent fighting with
her to get shoes on. Instead of fighting I stepped back and took in
that small moment and breathed. I breathed it in and reminded
myself that this life is made up of all these small moments. Small
moments of curiosity and wonder and I have the power to savor them
or to ignore them. There will always be busy, but there won't
always be the wonder of a two year old at the sun streaming in.
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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