I'm a hand-holding, swing-pushing, story-telling Mama with a creative streak and a nurturing spirit. I like growing food and flowers (and people, hehe), sewing clothes and quilts, cooking and eating and running, a long, tight hug and the color yellow. I love date nights at home, spontaneous trips to the bookstore and hearing my babies laugh. I am indecisive, exaggerrative and I overuse parentheses. I am reflective and sentimental and quick to laugh. I think I still picture myself as a 22-year old, yet every year my life gets more fulfilling. I am still figuring out exactly who I am. :)
How is it possible for me to spend nearly every waking moment with them and yet still feel as though their littleness is slipping away?
Take today, for instance.
There was no preschool (parent conferences) and my Other Half had no school either (he is at a polo tournament instead, boo), so we got to wake up whenever we felt like it. Which of course meant whenever my Early Bird boy felt like it, which was 6:45.
I felt refreshed and ready to start my day, and so did all of the little ones, who joined us in bed for a happy snuggle.
A fabulous start to a really great day (minus the part about my partner not being here. This is the last tournament of the season, though, so there is a light at the end of the tunnel!)
The littles and I spent the morning playing (hide-and-seek), cleaning (kitchen, bathroom and Angel Girl's room), tidying (living room), laundering (lights), sending off (Daddy), embroidering (Angel Girl- her first little piece!), spilling (milk), singing (some great little folk songs from a new cd) and waiting (for Nana).
Then Nana got here and together we picked up lunch (Mexican) and brought it to our awesome little park where we stayed and played until one kidlet announced they had to go potty.
Then it was naptime for some (Little Buddy and the Littlest) while the other talked Nana's ear off with some semi-embarrassing tales. :)
We sat outside and enjoyed beautiful weather (fall is my absolute favorite season. By a landslide) and fun company.
After Nana left, we spent the afternoon/evening making oatmeal-chocolate bars, reading about 1500 books, playing tag around the table, talking to Daddy on the phone, eating dinner (enchiladas and burritos that we picked up when we got lunch...me = lazy, hehe) and folding the light load from earlier in the day.
Throw in a few mischievous outbursts from the boy, a few emotional outbursts from the oldest and lots of eye-rubbing from the littlest (her nap was interrupted), and that about sums it up.
A very full day, really.
One of those days when I really take in each of my babes and who they are at this moment in time.
So why when I tucked them into bed did I feel a sadness?
I wanted this day to last much much longer, because I knew that when I next saw them, they would be one day older, one day closer to, well, not being so small.
Gosh, it can make me so sad to think that way, but I can't help it.
No matter how frustrated, helpless, overwhelmed, exhausted, even angry I can sometimes feel mothering these little ones, I don't want these young family days to end.
But of course they will at some point, and the little ones will become Big Ones.
And I will have no regrets about being with them every moment when they were little.
Even if it still sometimes doesn't feel like enough.
Excuse me while I go snuggle with them a bit more. :)
The same story, three different ways, for my three little people.
For Angel Girl:
For Little Buddy:
For the Littlest One:
And the journaling, because I never want them to wonder. :)
(It is the same on each page)
And another for the Littlest, simply about how I always felt I knew her, from our very first meeting. :)
In other news, I mad-dash-sewed some cozy flannel pants for the Littlest in about 25 minutes.
She is wearing said pants and sleeping on my shoulder.
The temperature in our house is 68.
I'm loving that!
I made myself a BLAT for lunch (A = avocado) and now want another.
I think I'll go make one...
In other news, Angel Girl is getting over her very first ear infection and the Littlest One has the sniffles. And Little Buddy? Still our earliest riser, though he let me sleep until 6:30 this morning. And I'll have my other half back tonight from his tournament in a few hours! :)
Now in addition to barricading her from the foyer step, all electrical cords and the trash cans, I also need to block her from both the treadmill and the slide in Little Buddy's room, on both of which she got stuck today, hehe.