I’m not sure what to title this post so I’ll just title it “Love”. I just read a couple incredibly sad stories about children being hurt or killed. I don’t understand what can bring someone to hurt a child. Sure, I get upset with my children but I would never, ever hurt them. I love them. I just read these stories and I just want to go hug my kids and not let them go.
Sure, it isn’t always a bed of roses. Last night, they were really, really cranky – they were tired. Kindergarten can be exhausting especially since they were so used to taking a nap or having quiet time in the afternoons – the twins don’t get that anymore. Nicholas does get a nap but he is a night owl and takes forever to fall asleep so he is tired and cranky too. Then Ella and Nicholas find their way to our bed in the middle of the night so I’m exhausted too. And well, I’m coming to the point I will pay someone to potty train my stubborn 3 year old – potty training has got to the worst thing ever so far (even worse than dealing with a sassy, big attitude daughter or a 5 year old son who gripes it isn’t fair that Ella gets her own room and he has to share with his little brother (and no, it doesn’t matter how many times I had to tell him I had to share a room with my sister).
However, I absolutely love them. I am so enjoying them seeing them interact with their teachers and the other kids in their class – hearing them tell me about their day – seeing the stuff that they work on in class -seeing them learn and be excited when they can read something or figure something out – having Nicholas say something that doesn’t make quite sense to me but to a 3 year old , it makes perfect sense. The good moments certainly outweigh the bad. I am so blessed to have these three children in my life. My heart is no longer belongs just to me or to my husband – it is now shared with my three children.
Thankfully, it is Friday night and the weekend awaits us.
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