Sometimes I pretend to wake up ten years from now, and wonder how lucky I'd feel to repeat an ordinary day with three young boys.
The pockets full of things that could ruin the washing machine, the complaints about favorite pajamas not always being clean, the balls and the blocks and the books read aloud, the back door bird watching, the peanut butter handprints, the failed science experiments and the conversations that follow.
I'm not sure what simple or normal is supposed to look like, and often it feels like hard work from dawn to dark, but I am mostly able to appreciate the combination of mundanity and chaos, the joy of just being with them.
Turns out we are allowed to mess up and still declare the day a success, to fall short and deem our effort favorable.
4 comments:
Hard to pick a favorite image today.... but the open can of Red Bull and "Reverberating" are key to understanding!
Jenni Baby,
Not sure who the baby girl is,
but she certainly is blessed to have those three boys in her neighborhood!
L2A
Mom! I sacrificed that red bull for the sake of science. It was kind of hard to "waste".
Dad, the boys and I are lucky the lucky ones!
I appreciate you sharing this
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