Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Knee Deep in Manure

I'm typing while a baby snoozes in my lap and two slightly older children are in the next room wrestling.  I periodically hear things falling to the floor as they laugh and scream.  I know these are just some of the things I'll miss. 
I'll miss not being able to hold them and see their chest rise and fall with every precious breath. 
I'll miss not hearing them say, "I love you Mommy" sporadically throughout the day.
I'll miss when they walk up to me after they've done their make up and they resemble some sort of ancient warrior.
I'll miss looking back in the rear view mirror to see them holding hands across their car seats.
I'll miss slobbery baby kisses and tiny toothed grins.
Oh, I'll miss that smell...that one of a kind baby smell that makes the worst day brighter.
I'll miss watching their eyes light up as they learn something new.

I write this on a day that's been taxing and trying.  It's the type of day when I need these reminders as a parent, because these precious little ones are testing my patience (every 2 minutes or so at times) when I've had very little sleep, no adult interaction or support and not enough coffee.  Being a parent is not sunshine and roses all of the time.  Those roses need some manure to make them grow so beautifully, and oftentimes, you find yourself knee deep in it before there's ever a bloom.  If there ever was a dirty job, this is it, but the reward is oh so breathtaking!