As moms, we often feel out of sync. Like when you try to take your children on a walk and
you can’t find a shirt for the baby
and you go down to the laundry room to find one
and then you can’t remember where you put her pants
and then you get out new pants and dress your baby
and then you find the misplaced pants and must put them away
and then you put on your baby’s hat
and then you can’t find your sunglasses
and then you need to dress your three-year old
and then your baby escapes onto the fresh snow in her tights
and then you change your baby again and bring her downstairs
and then you can’t find her coat
and then you go back upstairs to get it
and then your three-year old wants oatmeal again
and then your baby takes off her hat
and then you put it on again, tightly
and then she protests
and then when you finally walk down the driveway, your three-year old sneezes
and then you must go back to get a Kleenex
That, at least, is how my morning went. Total time to get ready for walk: 55 minutes.
But there are a few things that are in sync, and even though the rest of your life isn’t put together, you know you are still meant to walk that path no matter how hard it is to get started.
My in sync moments in the last 24 hours are few, but I’ll claim them-
Ricky looked smashing this morning. His hat and his sock matched his shirt, and I didn’t even plan that.
Davy is learning about the 7 Habits in school. Today I signed on the goals he’s made for himself. I’m telling you, it’s meant to be.
Insomnia threatened to ruin another good night’s sleep, but I saw Ben Franklin on my nightstand. I started to read it and went right to sleep. It’s better than Tylenol PM.
One other wonderful thing happened, but I’ll be sharing that story with you in the next few days-