Friday, August 29, 2014

I am

I am grateful, for August heat waves that drive these 5 together into a blow up pool. Summer that causes squeals of laughter and yelling in anger when they spray cold water from the hose in each other's faces. I'm grateful for hours of happiness dumping water from one container to the next and stomping little feet, splashing up water between toes.
I am grateful for 16 month apart siblings who play house. He's the dad and she's the mom and he still calls her "Judgy" or "Judge" for short, the nickname he made up for her when they play together. They are so entertaining to watch and listen. They are coffee drinkers, Wal-Mart shoppers, sun glass wearing, car driving, baby shushing, stroller pushing and cell phone packing, Mom and Dad. Brady drives a dump truck and Anne cooks for him. Their pretend world flows really smooth until someone takes the other ones keys or phone or stroller, then squeals erupt and maybe pinching or pushing.
I am grateful for this girl. Oh, my Laynee!
She is perfect. I love her, I love her, I love her.
I'm grateful for her soft cheeks to kiss, for the creases of her skin. For her fuzzy blonde hair, the way she looks up at us when we talk to her. I'm grateful her umbilical cord is about to fall off.
I'm grateful for baby stretches, for a great sleeper.
I'm grateful she is growing, although it makes me a little sad. I say a little sad, because I'm trying my hardest to suppress that. A healthy growing, weight gaining baby is alot for a momma to be grateful about. I weighed her this week and she was 8lbs 10oz, not 9lbs like the scale says.
I am grateful for easy transitions. Anne has been such a continued sweetness in her love and acceptance of Laynee. I'm grateful for moments when butterflies land in curly hair.
I am grateful for these two sisters. I'm grateful for their united times and I'm grateful for what they are teaching each other. They share a room but they are very different, I'm grateful that they are just the way God made them.
And this big brother. He is such a great brother, if Laynee cries and I can't get to her right away, Joseph is the one that picks her up and holds her until I get there. He's the one that checks her diaper and will change it. His heart is so big, it always amazes me.
I am grateful for first grade, a new school year with this JennaBug. She is working hard and reading words and I am so proud of her. I'm grateful that she loves school and her spirit is always ready for new things and ready to have fun.
I'm grateful for wet, curly hair. I love this girls crazy, wavy hair. It's getting lighter this summer.
Being grateful doesn't mean my house is clean, my to-do list is all crossed off, that my back doesn't hurt and I haven't been physically dragging this week. Being grateful doesn't mean my kids don't fight with each other or have meltdowns, it doesn't mean I have it all under control and our days run like clockwork. Being grateful doesn't mean the bank account is full, the bills are all paid or we didn't have unexpected expenses this month. Being grateful doesn't mean the toilets are clean or the laundry is folded or mommy is perfect.
Being grateful is finding the gifts that make today beautiful and fill my heart with thanksgiving for all the Lord has done and is doing. Being grateful reminds me that He is here, He is present and these moments of mothering and living are not insignificant to Him, they are precious to Him.
These six little lives, with this one awesome man is more than I deserve. I don't know why God chose me to give all this but I'm so grateful He did.
I am really happy.
Psalm 28:7-8
The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song. 8 The LORD is the strength of his people, a fortress of salvation for his anointed one.

1 comment:

Wanting What I Have said...

What a precious post!!! I spent the first half of this week fighting for a thankful heart and reminding myself of all those truths you shared...a thankful heart doesn't mean a clean house or my to do list is completed, etc. The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world. It's a mighty, God given gift and responsibility. Thanks for encouraging me to choose thankfulness.