The majority of days are good days in our household. We definitely have our weird flare-ups where the stars align just so and create the perfect storm of cranky kids and sleep-deprived adults struggling to survive the latest antics that so-called “child development” brings us. We are definitely kept on our toes.
Then the rest of the time, I look around and see evidence of our children, our blessings, all around us. I know some people do not like to have toys scattered about but not me. The way I see it, I worked really hard to bring these two knuckleheads into the world and I’d like to see some evidence of my efforts around my house. Except for
foot-killers legos. Legos I can do without. I see the greasy handprint on the glass of my antique china cabinet, the TV blares a re-run George, and a stray sock is static-glued to the side of my couch…and I absolutely love it.
I love watching the boys play in the bath together. Anytime Zane starts giggling at his beloved big brother, Nathan will repeat it to make him laugh again. Before bed we have our tradition of sitting on our bed and I read and discuss a passage from our toddler bible devotion book. It’s our little time away from TV, iPhones, and other typical American distractions. Nathan squirms and Zane tries his absolute best to eat the book…but still. I love it. Then, as little boys are wont to do, Nathan reviews with us both that everyone’s tooty makes the sound, “toot-toot” but babies have special tooties. The tooties of babies says, “Gaga.” This is of course followed by peals of laughter and I can’t help but to smile. A child’s laughter is God’s gift to mankind.
This time in our lives is hard in that unique way that parenting two small children can be, but it is precious. I know without a doubt that we are in the midst of the best years of our lives.
Stop what you are doing and enjoy it. Savor those innocent little faces and cherish those little feet and giggles. This time will be over before you know it.