Sometimes I forget to blog, okay more like in the last 6 months I ignore the blog and writing has become infrequent. The stage we're in, its hard to find moments that are lumped closely enough together to actually stay focused. I tend to run around during the day beginning one project only to become distracted by a little one running around with an open jar of diaper cream, or handing out kisses in place of band aids and picking worms out of Jacob's pockets. Its true.
My quiet prayer time has been found in the hanging of the laundry outside. While the littles eat their breakfast I have found a slot of time to not be interrupted. Its rare in this house. I'm struggling to enjoy this stage of constant interruptions, and finding the quiet in small spaces of time has been a blessing. Even when it means to linger while hanging laundry and enjoying the quiet of the outside on my own.
Little sister has started a shoe obsession. Watching her slide her feet along the floor in an attempt to keep her tiny feet in my rather large shoes, reminded me that my girls are watching me closely. It has reminded me to work harder at being content and not have them hear me obsess about the pounds I want to lose. To not have them hear me grumbling about the skin that has lots its tightness a little more after each pregnancy, the love handles that have clung since baby number 3. Self image, its a struggle among woman and our girls, they watch. They learn and they copy.
This week I'm going to do more of this. Helping Jacob with his tractor sticker book he got as a gift from his Aunt. This little boy I fear has been a bit lost in the business and its been showing. He's been a angry this past week, quick in tempers. A sure sign that some one-on-one time is in need.
And one-on-one time with this little boy means listening to him describe each and every tractor in his sticker book and helping him take out stickers and build construction sites. To me I see tractors that are the same and it amazes me how he separates each and every one. He teaches me the different jobs they do and I'm reminded that spending time with these little ones usually means just being there, listening.
Happy Monday!
