Sounds like a song, huh?
I’ve been struggling this summer. Struggling with My Voice. Struggling with The Tired. Struggling to get it all done and put three meals on the table each and every day. (Didn’t I just feed you yesterday?!) ;) Not all the time, just enough times that I don’t feel like the Fun Mom I want to be.
And they feel it, too. “Can I have a drink, Mom?” I grab a cup and an eye roll.
“I’m sorry, I know you’re busy.”
Whoa. Oh, baby, I’m busy, but not that busy. You’re not asking for the impossible, you’re asking for a drink!
When I slow down, maybe even stop what I’m doing (novel idea, I know), and look with my eyes instead of roll them ~ really look into their eyes ~ I see my children.
I see their beauty and bright. I grin at the ornery. Wonder at the innocence. The best of them. I see their promise and the fleeting moment that is now.
I see that they are not a distraction to my day, they are the purpose in my day. All my days.
I close the laptop and pick up the deck of cards. Put down the dish rag and don the ball glove.
I see when I look into their eyes.
Caution: Don’t try the “look into their eyes” tactic when doling out consequences to a naughty two year old. Grinning and melting is not effective punishment.