To Not Forget

Life with multiple littles under foot is never boring, and it’s never quiet.  Every day there are meals to make and clothes to launder and books to read and toys to tidy.  There are kisses to give and boo boos to bandage and waves to return and hugs to get lost in.

Sometimes it’s pure bliss and sometimes it’s exhausting, but boring and quiet… never.

Earlier this afternoon, Mae was trying to play a harmonica but could only really seem to hit her sisters innocently over the head with it.  Magoo was planning a Grammy-type show her and Goosie could put on tomorrow, and Goosie was running around with multiple layers of clothing on and a huge headband, squealing every time she saw the cat because of her newfound feline phobia.

And I was sitting in the middle of it all folding laundry as I planned dinner in my head.

All of a sudden the chaos struck me.  I found myself overcome by the three little bodies with the three big personalities and the truly massive amount of living that takes place within these four walls.  And I was utterly humbled with gratitude.

I prayed deeply and silently that I never forget that

for each whine about dinner, I could be sitting around a quiet table.

for each miniature sock lost in the pile, I could have no pile to search through.

for each Barbie doll or Lego or building block I pick up, I could have a perfectly tidy house with no toys to trip over and step over.

And what a sad world that would be to live in.

So Lord, please let me never forget for even a moment the blessings I have been granted from these three little souls.  I can imagine a life with more quiet and less mess and more free time, but that would require a life with less little people, and that is a life I would never choose to go back to.

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