It is amazing that God even had to remind me to appreciate my children, but He did. What is even more amazing is that He didn't condemn me for needing the reminder... He just gently turned my focus where it needed to be. Praise Him! He is so compassionate!
This past week, I have been more focused on my family, enjoying my children and the moments that get away from me. It is upsetting that someone as blessed as me needed to focus on that, but it is a fact of life that the "little things" get in the way of us enjoying our lives. My kids become "things to teach" and my laundry becomes "something to tackle" and the meals become "something to do within XYZ guidelines" and life just gets monotonous.
This week, we have spent more time together - or maybe not more time, maybe just more conscious attention. My youngest child and I no longer fight each other at bedtime; rather, we cuddle, giggle, and tickle together while we get ready for sleep. My middle child, The Defiant One, is trying to find his place in the world, and rather than trying to control him, I am reminded to provide moments of freedom and self-discovery. The oldest child, The Princess, is learning her place in the family and what it means to work together as a team. In return, all of the children are getting more positive interactions with Mommy.
And aren't tickles and giggles the reason we embark on this journey of motherhood? It sure isn't for the endless laundry, back-talking, bottom-wiping, whining, runny-noses, and complaining!