Friday, January 29, 2010

January 29

Each day this week was filled with trying moments. I am coping (or not coping) on very little sleep, and little H, our middle child, has solidly entered the threes. There have been lot of tears (from him and from me), lots of shrieking (from both of us)--general unrest has been with us as a near constant companion this week. In the midst of it, though, there has also been some beauty. Some moments alone, some moments together.

I had the chance to spend time with each child this week separate of the others, and, I tell you, it felt like such a gift. While N was in school, H played beside me while his brother slept and I folded a literal mountain of laundry. He somersaulted over and through my unfolded (and folded) clothes, he twinkled and he tumbled. I just soaked up the sweetness of this middle child. Later that day, N, while her brothers were sleeping, ironed with me. Juxtaposed with the time I just had with H, this was a different kind of moment, but beautiful nonetheless. There was more purpose, more talking, more figuring out, less bouncing and flinging. Less spice more heartiness. And then there was the littlest--his peacefulness is almost startling to me at times. We just stare and stare at each other. So much of it is still just falling in love. Over and over and over.

8 comments:

Lovely World said...

I remember days when I cried and shrieked along with my children. I found the early years so demanding. They ARE so demanding. And yet those amazingly profound moments emerge, and love gets you through. Now that mine are 6 and 9, I must say things are easier. I wish I had asked for more help when they were young. That would have helped, I think.

Kerry said...

Thanks for the honesty. It sometimes is hard to remember that we are all just mamas with beautiful (but trying) children and tough spots in all of our days. The way you described your time with each of your children is so beautiful. I am really looking forward to a change in our schedule starting next week that will allow me one day each week alone with each child. First on the list with the 4 year old, checking out the dinosaur exhibit at our local children's museum.

creative hearted said...

I find that alone time with each child to be such a special time, as well as so connecting with their spirits. How beautiful and poignant you captured your relationship with each one here.

solstice letters said...

You write beautifully. It's so nice to meet you.

Anonymous said...

I'm glad you had some time with each child. I took the four year old out for a few errands this week and I was amazed at how big she is getting. And how easy she is by herself. It's good for all of us.

Jennifer said...

I love falling in love with each stage of our lives. Sometimes it just takes stopping and looking at what is truly important and to strip away all of the unnecessary baggage that society gives us. Thank you for sharing and allowing me to remember this.

Anonymous said...

Oh I think we all know those moments in our day or week. They are not pleasant, but probably make us appreciate the good times so much more. We are human, they are human, and we are all full of emotion.

Heather said...

You put this so beautifully, and I appreciate your openness. I so hate the trying days with my kiddos, but they do still happen, and they are a part of life. I love how you were able to enjoy a few quiet moment, one on one, with your little ones. I am coming to realize that having that time makes a world of difference when the the difficult moments arise.