Stop, Look, & Listen

I took  a minute today to sit back and just observe my boys. They are 3 and 5 now. If you watch close enough you can watch them grow before your very eyes.

I’m going to be honest, some days as a mom are tough. Really tough. In the book Freakonomics, Steven Leavitt, hit the nail on the head when he said, “Parenting is not a science. It’s an art.”

And art changes everyday, just like kids. One day you think you’ve got this parenting gig all figured out and everything is running as smooth as freshly churned butter … then tomorrow comes.

It’s Hip to Be Square

Overnight, everything changes and you are  back at square one.

It feels like I’ve been spending a lot of time at square one the past few months. It’s been pretty challenging and more than a bit exhausting.

In those moments of exhaustion, one of my sanity saving tools is to get a little perspective, which brings me back to the beginning of this post.

Awesomely AWESOME!

Watching my boys play, I couldn’t help but marvel at them in complete awe. Their little bodies that have grown so much in such a short time. Their hearts that pump blood, their lungs that breathe air, their arms and legs that let them run, jump, climb on my counters, and occasionally poke each other in the eye.

Their little personalities that are so unique and delightful.  Their little voices that they use to convey the thoughts and ideas that cross their beautiful minds (even though the volume of those little voices occasionally escalates to ear-piercing levels).

To think, I played a part in the creation of their bodies. I have two adults in the making in my presence. They are incredible. They are perfect. Sometimes they drive me a bit nuts, but I am oh-so-grateful I get to share my life with them!