Today...
Today I feel...
Hopeful. I am hopeful that my garden grows. Hopeful that my children's teeth don't rot and fall out of their heads for all the penny candies they are buying at Bart's Market. Hopeful that summer weather is here to stay. Hopeful that our lives are always this magical.
Today I hear...
My angelic 16 month old saying, "Dee-uh", "Mama", "Bubba", "Mas", "Daisy!", and "YEAH!". I hear the laughter of my older two children as they chase eachother down the street on their bikes. I hear the buzz of those dang boxelder bugs in my ear as I sit in the sun. I hear the sounds of summer.
Today I see...
The sunlight glinting off the olive skin of our eldest. I see it framing the faces of our daughters and making their hair look as if it was spun from pure gold. I see the dirt on the faces of the neighborhood children (not mine, are you kidding? My kids are spotless...) I see the absence of tears but the presence of impatience and irritation on the face of Corrine after she falls off her bike. I see an "Iced Tea" stand the kids made with their friends. I see Corrine and her friend riding their bikes around town to advertise and recruit prospective buyers. I see nostalgia for my own childhood summers in my eyes when I look in the mirror. I see life.
Today I want...
Clean floors. Clean bathrooms. Clean house. I want a weed free lawn, and perfect children, pets and manners. I want my children to mind when I say to mind. I want them to know that I love them and am "doing this for their own good". I want them to remember the words to the song, "Love at Home" and I want them to sing it every time they think they want to make me pull my hair out. I want what I already have.
Today I need...
Patience. I need to cherish these times and know they won't last. I need to remember that all too soon, they'll grow up and won't want me to kiss them in public, or hold their hand on the way to school, or lick my finger to wipe away the dirt on their faces. I need to hold them so tightly in my arms that they can't fight back or wiggle away, so that I can remember what sweet children they are when they are still. I need to live in the moment.
Today I hope...
That today never ends.
Hopeful. I am hopeful that my garden grows. Hopeful that my children's teeth don't rot and fall out of their heads for all the penny candies they are buying at Bart's Market. Hopeful that summer weather is here to stay. Hopeful that our lives are always this magical.
Today I hear...
My angelic 16 month old saying, "Dee-uh", "Mama", "Bubba", "Mas", "Daisy!", and "YEAH!". I hear the laughter of my older two children as they chase eachother down the street on their bikes. I hear the buzz of those dang boxelder bugs in my ear as I sit in the sun. I hear the sounds of summer.
Today I see...
The sunlight glinting off the olive skin of our eldest. I see it framing the faces of our daughters and making their hair look as if it was spun from pure gold. I see the dirt on the faces of the neighborhood children (not mine, are you kidding? My kids are spotless...) I see the absence of tears but the presence of impatience and irritation on the face of Corrine after she falls off her bike. I see an "Iced Tea" stand the kids made with their friends. I see Corrine and her friend riding their bikes around town to advertise and recruit prospective buyers. I see nostalgia for my own childhood summers in my eyes when I look in the mirror. I see life.
Today I want...
Clean floors. Clean bathrooms. Clean house. I want a weed free lawn, and perfect children, pets and manners. I want my children to mind when I say to mind. I want them to know that I love them and am "doing this for their own good". I want them to remember the words to the song, "Love at Home" and I want them to sing it every time they think they want to make me pull my hair out. I want what I already have.
Today I need...
Patience. I need to cherish these times and know they won't last. I need to remember that all too soon, they'll grow up and won't want me to kiss them in public, or hold their hand on the way to school, or lick my finger to wipe away the dirt on their faces. I need to hold them so tightly in my arms that they can't fight back or wiggle away, so that I can remember what sweet children they are when they are still. I need to live in the moment.
Today I hope...
That today never ends.
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