Jul 12, 2017
It’s one of those times in life when I feel acutely proud of myself for doing things like folding the laundry and getting it out away, or running an errand to the grocery store, especially on my own with all three kids. I did both today and, aside from leaving my rather sweaty after bringing in the small load of groceries in the heat, it also left me feeling like quite the hero.
Another time these accomplishments might seem small and insignificant, but when you’ve just thrown another ball into the regular juggling routine, any semblance of normalcy feels like a great feat.
I’ve been more aware and appreciative, this time, of the season of life we’re in. Perhaps with some practice I’m just better learning the language of passing time. The precious and fleeting weeks with a fresh little newborn. The way the older children just keep on becoming themselves in spite of everything else going on. The familiarity of same old things like work and dirty dishes.
And even as we ease into the new, things continue to change. Kids never seem to stay the same age, even as babies. So I’m trying more purposefully, more patiently, more happily, to jump in and just enjoy it while I can.
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