Last weekend we celebrated Sam’s three full weeks of being diaperless. He’s amazing, y’all. And we are button-bursting proud of him, so last Sunday we celebrated. Donuts and a trip to the zoo marked the occasion. He had his first corndog, more treats than I care to admit, and fell asleep that night in a sugar-induced toddler coma.
While it wasn’t baby Josie’s first trip to the zoo, it was the first where she was interested in what was happening around her. She sat beautifully content in her part of the stroller, looking back and forth between me and the animals. She especially liked the aquarium:
We spent the entire day with – really WITH – these two kids of ours, and it was blissful. Amidst the inevitable meltdowns, baby diaper changes, big boy potty trips, feeding and feeding and feeding, bedtime haggles and laundry pile growth, swirled right into the everyday normal moments was sweetness. Long after they were to be asleep, there was joy.
Are the days hard? Yes. Are they beyond exhausting? Absolutely. Do I lose my everloving mind on a daily basis? Uh-huh. Are mommy timeouts a real and true thing? You bet, because sanity.
But even then.
These are the days, the only ones we get. I’m not saying – nor will I ever say – ‘enjoy every moment’ because let’s be real. Not every moment is made to be enjoyed. There are moments to power thru, moments to weather, moments to weep, even moments to forget. However, we do have the power to choose how we view the moments that make our days and we can celebrate them with gratitude. Sometimes it’s beyond our control because kids and hormones be crazy. But often it’s just a matter of changing lenses.
- The fourth poo-laden diaper change of the morning? Give thanks for a working system (that’s hopefully now cleaned out.)
- The epic toddler meltdown because you dared give the green cup instead of the blue one at oh, about 4:30pm? Give thanks for the chance to hold said toddler tight in for a bear hug to soothe both of your nerves.
- The late-night crawl up the stairs to an unmade bed and clothes-strewn floor, a lego here and there, and pacifier hiding under the covers? Give thanks for the chance to collapse no matter the hour.
If gratitude is our lens, joy will be our filter. And we have the power to give power to whichever emotions we choose, and to celebrate the everyday that would otherwise go unnoticed. So throw a potty party. Play hooky and hit the zoo. Snuggle instead of snapping. Eat the cupcakes, and enjoy.
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Anna, love, love, love your real-life family and blog! You are a joy to me, and I think of you like a little sister. You are not alone, obviously, and I’m sure your sharing is great comfort to anyone in the same season as you. You are doing everything right — you are really LIVING this life of yours with family and God as your focus. Just keep on keepin’ on, sister! 🙂
I only wish there was a similar blog featuring a working mom/wife with a sixteen-year-old daughter. She no longer lets me snuggle her up at bedtime (shocking, I know), and a trip to the zoo will not get the same reaction at my house. I’m just plugging along doing my best in my season, never knowing if I’m really getting it right. It’s hard to know that when you’re in the midst.
Just know you bring me smiles. Thank you!!