yesterday we rolled out a big roll of paper, dumped the crayons on top, and colored together. The day had been going a little crazy and I just decided it was time to just sit down together and have “art time” (as my girls call it…)
Ella started with a rainbow…I watched her cute little hands guide the bowed colors as they came together perfectly to create something so beautiful. I loved hearing her talk about her day and the look in her eye as I told her how beautiful her drawing was…
Ava first played out side in the little pool and Mia rode her little scooter with her bottle in tow as her favorite side kick…
they came in to see what Ella and I were up to, and I decided to doodle out a little tree.
Adam napped in the little pack & play feet away in the family room.
Warm air blew in the kitchen slider and the smell of summer wafted in the room from the fresh grass clippings that filled the air. Little drips of hose water stained the drawing as Ava climbed up to join in on the crayola time…
I gave my tree a few red apples and Ava requested green, then ella pink, and so I threw in some blue for my Mia Blue…
I sat back and watched the girls all quietly coloring and took a deep breath. It felt like the first in a while. It felt like the first quiet moment in a while. Then I took in the moment with such an appreciation for the beauty that surrounded me.
You know, I am freshly aware that one of the greatest challenges to a young mother is to truly enjoy the sweetness of this time of our life while we are in it…
No doubt, we will all look back on the time when our children are young with such tenderness; it will forever be reveled as a time of innocence and purity and I have no doubt that we will wish it back…we will wish it back.
I am already wishing it back.
The beauty of it is…this time is both brutally hard, exhausting, and frustrating…but it is equally magical,
yes…magical,
and beautiful, and amazing…
I know for me, sometimes the hard things outshine the good. I always feel so sad when I end up in bed in tears over the bad mommy day I had, how I was so grumpy, impatient, or just so negative about the day. The best cure for me is to look over my sleeping babes and take a quiet moment (usually much too far past midnight) and open my eyes wide to my reality.
Then I see the seeds I have been dropping along the way…
the kisses I give…
blooming…
the bodies I feed, care for, hold, and chase around…
growing…
the little people who I take for granted that they will always be there…as little children…
becoming…
…I found myself distracted in the busy swift pace of the day…then I looked down and saw what ella was creating…
and I saw a seed growing…a new tree being created…just like me…just like mine…that would not be there…if it were not for me…
everyday is important.
every moment is important.
the good ones.
the bad ones.
every seed that is planted will grow…into something beautiful…
xoxo
Tonya
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