Who teaches a little boy where to find worms? Why is he always trying to renegotiate the bedtime terms?
Who teaches his sister how to pick flowers? Where did her little voice get such power?
Why do two of my three children love to swing? And all three fear a bee's sting?
How can I love them so? How am I qualified to raise them "in the way they should go"?
As I've said before, staying home with children is the toughest job I've ever had or heard of (it might even be a contender for Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe- think potty training disaster with twins) . There are days I wish someone would fire me and ban me from the premises. And then, there are days that I am constantly reminded of how blessed I am to be able to stay home and enjoy, train, discipline and love each of our babes.
Recently, very recently, I was reminded of how short life is and how unexpected the end can be. I am suddenly very aware of the little (very important) things- more than the usual coffee, sanity, personal hygiene, and good groceries!
Oh, Wise Readers, I urge you to count your blessings...daily.
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1 comment:
very true, very true. sometimes we take things for granted when it is so obvious that we shouldn't.
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