It's summer time. Summer school is over and three kids at home twenty-four hours a day seven days a week is FUN. *just a smidgen of sarcasam* No really. I adore my children. *convincing*
It's so hard to believe this child of mine is drawing closer to seven years old. He is so full of opinions and ideas and can talk himself out of most trouble. So much passion in those eyes. This picture was taken as he grumpily waited for me to unlock the front door one afternoon. Mind you I had my hands full as well as a full van to unload and he didnt lift a finger to help me. I want to remember these days. Mainly because its not always sunshine and rainbows. Sure we update and blog about happy birthdays and family events where all is well. But its not always ALL WELL. As I try not to grind my teeth down to little nubs I have to reflect on this incredible mission I am on to raise my children and raise them well. *Sigh* There are many days I'm not sure I'm up for it. Then there are days like this:
And this:
And this:
After a long week of craziness- Emi and Martin fighting non stop- a mess in every corner of the house- a dirty kitchen- a unflushed toilet that the dog just drank out of- left overs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner... A moment happens. Its so quick a moment there wasn't even time to snap a picture or stream a video.
I had taken Martin to chuckee cheese while Emi was at a play date. I gave him $9 for tokens and followed him around as he collected tickets to pick out of the silly window of worthless toys. Lincoln slept soundly in his stroller oblivious to all the fun. Then over the speaker they announced "five minutes until Chuckee comes out to play" Martin pranced and hurried to be sure he didnt miss this cheesy mouse. I watched him as he marched behind this icon. A man in a costume. His face beamed. Pure innocence. And my heart swelled. As Martin jumped up and down to the beat of the music clapping his hands and waiting for the tickets to be tossed in the air for his mad dash free for all... This momma choked back tears. No reaching for my camera. I couldnt miss that face or this moment. That's what it is all about.
So for all the days he is hard to handle and I'm clentching my fists trying not to
blow my top at this little boy who thinks he so grown up... I have to remember he is still ever so innocent. And. I. Love. Him. Dearly.
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