I'll admit it. Sometimes I am a begrudging stay-at-home mom. Not because I don't enjoy my darlings (and they ARE darling). But because of the every-day-all-day-ness of it. Sweeping the floor for the third time in twenty-four hours. Doing laundry and dishes. Picking up the toys knowing I will be picking them up again in an hour. Calling the fence guy and the cable people and the pest control man and the health insurance company (when did health insurance get so complicated, by the way?). Rinse, repeat, and whine about it. Yes, I'm whining. Because as an extrovert, sometimes just whining about it (repeatedly) lets the air out of the stress-balloon.
But sometimes, frequently, I have a morning where I realize–no, actually feel so lucky to be home cataloging all the things my babies are doing and learning and becoming. Like this morning, when Evyn decided she wanted to do her own teeth and hair. I stood in awe of how methodical and able and proud she was – do you mind if I show you a virtual flip-book of the process?
Notice the serious expression:
Making sure the back of her new 'do lays down (she has one of those angled bobs – I call them "Emma bobs," because it seems like a 'do for an Emma or Sophie or Madison)
"This hair belongs on this side, right, Mommy?" (paying careful attention to where her hair parts)
Grr, stupid flash – I wasted time trying to turn it off and missed a picture of her fumbling with her barrette, which she put in by herself!
This was one of my favorite parts of her little routine – the "foofing" at the end:
Putting her comb away and fishing for the finishing touches…
You know, you're never fully dressed without a piece of jewelry,
and a smile!
The whole little routine was just precious to watch. There's nothing like that little voice exclaiming,"I can do it myself, Mommy!" And at one point, "This is cool, Mommy." (My three year old said, "cool" as if this was the proudest, bestest moment of her life so far).
She went on to make me a cake and candle from play-doh, ask me to read her "Hey, Little Ant", discuss how it would be wrong to squish the ant because "that would hurt," put barrettes in my hair and instruct me how to turn my head "so Daddy could see it" when he comes home, and then went off to take a nap without complaint.
It's a day like this that God reminds me what's really important to dwell on.
"Finally, brothers, whatever things are true, whatever things are honest, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things." ~ Phillippians 4:8