Ok. So I have decided that with all of my deep and inter speculative posts I am going to include one fun, light, and loving post about my little babies. You see for all that I worry and doubt or reflect on in my life there are four perfect lil creations that I am privileged to have in my life! My babies!!!!!
You see there are four of them and in all that I have accomplished in my life I must say they are the best of accomplishments, blessings, and I am in love with each of them more than I can express!
Now often I have those moments through out my day that I am given a little look into that true love that is never duplicated though sought after by many, the love between a child and there mommy.
For example. This morning I was graced with another day with my babies, I truly believe that each day I wake up I am being given the best gift of all! Watching those lil darlings grow another day!
So this morning after my run, shower, and getting ready I was able to watch my favorite part of the day. The part of the morning when my lil ones wake and come into the kitchen and say "Morning mama" Now I tell you all the diamonds in the world pale into the glow of their little faces when they see their favorite cup with cocoa, and the toppings, and their straws at their spot at the table. This is my moment, the moment to make sure that their day is off to a great start, no stress, no worries, and the ability to just sit and drink cocoa and tell me about their dreams that they had that night, their excitement for what is to come at school, or just what they want me to make sure they have for dinner.
Often I have said that I worry more than most for my babies and their well being, and this is true. But I adore that feeling I get when the efforts I have put forth are benefiting their little lives.
So when my lil man came into the kitchen, hugged my leg and kissed my cheek, and then ran to his spot at the table I knew that all of my stress and worries were to take a back seat at least until, that lil guy had his Blue Berry panicakes, sausage, and oranges.
Now often my lil guy wakes before his sister's and this is a precious time for us, he talks to me about the birds outside, my hair being pretty, and how he has plans to fly or build something that day. It is during his mouthfuls of food, and giggling, that I find my strength to get through what ever is facing me that day. It is with his love for too much syrup on his pancakes, and his lil chubby hands covered in sausage grease that I see true love for life.
It is with this encounter each morning I strive to have that high again, and again with each child.
For example it was with the encounter that me and the oldest have while I straighten her hair, and we laugh about her funny little jokes of I Never Liked you fixing my Hair. And how while I brush her hair and straighten it and she drinks her cocoa with whip cream and choc shavings, while sitting on the toilet seat. That we share her fears for the day, her crush on a boy, or her accomplishments in school, or her stress of how to master that new step in dance. This is the moment that I cherish with her growing up so fast! Often it is dance, homework, dinner, and bed that cause me to want to just hold her at this age for ever! But then she will give me that smile of confidence on her way out of the car on her way to school , that gives me that push to get that girl to medical college or bust!
This is the same when I sit with my baby girl of seven and read to her each night while she twists her hair on her finger and looks into the air imagining the story of the princess which I am telling her. It is with her look of complete innocence and hope that I feed my own little need for hope. The giggles she gives when I sing Skid a Ma Rink a Dink to her while tickling her little body, and the way she holds my hand while reciting the Angel of God prayer with me I am reminded that no matter what came up that day, nothing, nothing is as good as this moment!
Or when my littlest baby girl comes into the bathroom for her bubble bath, singing at the top of her lungs her latest little tune, that I am reminded of the amazing confidence I once had. Or how while washing her hair and asking her about her day, she always always tells me about the note she found in her lunch box that day from me. This is were I know, no matter what the effort, I am making a difference in her day and in her life. This moment makes late nights, thinking up silly little rhymes to write down on paper for my kiddos worth it!
Because you see no matter how down I get, or scared I am, I have four amazing little beings in my life and I thank God for the privilege of raising them every morning I wake up.
