Friday, February 24, 2012

little moments remembered

there are moments when i'm in the trenches of motherhood that i feel like i'm's mostly when i'm in the midst of tears and tantrums, toys thrown about, endless poopy diapers (seriously, how many dirties can one kid have in a day...mine sometimes has like 4!), mounds of laundry, and stacks of dirty dishes. sometimes, i feel like i need to escape...just for a moment...just for a second of quiet...a second of rest. 

then, there are moments that i never want to forget...i want to tuck them away and hold on to them forever. moments for when jude and nora no longer want to hold my hand or call me mommy, 
or make tents with blankets and chairs, or dance silly dances all over the living room,
i can go into the boxed up memories and pull them out and remember what was.

this week was full of those moments.

for jude's birthday, his grandparents gave him a light that shines the moon and stars onto the walls and ceiling of his room. on wednesday, we stayed up way past bedtime and laid underneath them, jude tucked under my arm, counting stars.

yesterday, the weather was unbelievably warm...i'm talking like 80. so, we adventured outside. jude loves picking "flowers." 

we played outside for a long time...picking flowers, kicking the ball, pushing the bubble lawn mower, and drawing pictures for mommy.

jude rode his tricycle for the first time without my help.

even clara (or eara as jude calls her) relaxed with us outside.

in our neighborhood, friday's are trash days...every friday we go to the door when we hear the 'big truck' (gig ruck) and watch it pick up the, we sat outside and waited...just mommy and jude on the front porch...
fidgety little hands, antsy toddler feet...just waiting.

and watching...

even if we are just waving bye-bye to the trash truck, it's those little moments that remind me why i love being a mommy...

and why, no matter how many times i think i want to escape, it's these moments i want to run to.

it's these God-given moments that remind me what a blessing and bittersweet joy it is to be called mommy. 
i thank Him for these moments.

these moments i never want to forget.


  1. I relate! I miss the tiny hands holding mine. But now, the tiny hands are from the tiny hands that use to hold mine...joyfully bittersweet. Thank you Lord for my girls and grandchildren. Oh how I am blessed!

  2. He is so precious! What great memories you're making with him!


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