Wasn’t me. (Seriously, it was either my husband, my mom, or my dad.)
But Maya was happy. And the kid had quite a rousing time playing with them.
Yes, I thought this was pretty funny. The dog and Serafina certainly had a good time. My old self would have had a royal fit at this point (ask anyone who knew me pre-kiddo). My new self? Let’s just say God is refining me one mess at a time.
When I visited my sister this week, we went and saw an old teammate of mine who is about ready to have her 5th child. Her other four range in age from a kindergartner down to a 19 month old. They live in a marvelous farmhouse on some acreage and there’s always something going on (how could there not be with so many kiddos?). What really amazed me, however, is the amount of poise and grace with which this mama handles herself. Sure, going with the floor has always been part of her personality but I have a huge amount of respect for women who stay home with that many kiddos on a daily basis.
Inspired by her and many other wonderful women I know…
I grabbed the camera instead of my frustration,
I enjoyed the silly, ridiculous moment of messiness instead of overreacting, and
I altered my schedule to play along with my child instead of hurrying on to the next thing.
As the gentle sound of Cheerios hitting the floor in a magnificent cascade reached my ears, a wave washed over my heart asking me to listen and just be.
For once, I did.
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