This is something I don’t get to so much of anymore: Nap with my babies.
It was kind of a failed attempt. Lydia needed to nap but wasn’t falling asleep in her crib. I picked her up to calm her down and she ended up falling asleep in my arms. I was going to lay her back down so I could go get a few things done while everyone was sleeping or resting. Then I thought I would just go rock her for a little while and treasure the moment. At the time, everyone else was either resting or sleeping. It was probably not five minutes later that Grace came in to tell me that the cd player was acting up and not playing their story anymore. That was fine. I whispered to her that she should just go ahead a practice her violin. Then a 5 minute discourse ensued about how she couldn’t do it by herself, and on and on. I felt kind of helpless sitting in the recliner with a sleeping baby on me because she shouldn’t be arguing with me about what I asked her to do. After she left to go practice, Ellie starts hollering from the bathroom adjacent to our bedroom, “MOMMMMMM! I NEED WIIIIIIPED!” How do you whisper back to a child who keeps yelling for you? They can’t hear even in between their shouting. Finally that problem was solved. Then Ellie comes in to talk to me about what she can do since the story isn’t working. It was a nice long conversation as well–whispered of course– but apparently not quiet enough because Lydia’s head pops up and she’s wide awake, smiling and super excited to see us. I had been sitting just long enough to feel sleepy. Oh well. I was reminding myself it was worth the try. Next time, there needs to be specific instruction for the older girls on how to occupy their time. Live and Learn!
They are currently outside resting in the hammock and listening to Little Town on the Prairie audiobook. I was trying to put away groceries and dishes but have had to run out so many times to put out fires, that I’m like a hamster on a wheel. No need for an exercise program. 🙂 The joys and trials of mothering are very real. Sometimes it’s easy to loose sight of the forest for the trees and in the midst of it all, a little dose of perspective is all you need. Soon they will be grown up and wont “bother” you anymore. I don’t want to waste a moment in self-pity. For one, what would I be communicating to our girls and for two, who wants to look back in regret wishing for what can never be repeated. “THIS is the day that the Lord has made; I will rejoice and be glad in it!”