My munchkins were up late at night and got up early. This morning they were draped on and around me. ”What should we do?” was whined many times. When they are tired their imaginations are tired also.
After lunch I decided to go work in our storage area. In the midst of moving things I found their baby books. I’d been loathe to show them to my kids because there are not a lot of pages done. You know how it goes. The first one has a handful of pages, the third one has an envelope of pictures stuck in the book. Still, I thought, why not.
We sat down together and exclaimed over how red they were when they were born. ”Is that me?” “Why was I crying?” ”What’s that thing on my belly?” ”Where am I?” I think they really enjoyed it. I know I did.
It made it easier to set aside things I think NEED to be done and sit and read with them. It made me remember the anticipation of their coming. The joy in getting ready. I unwrapped my former thankfulness of having children and wrapped up the frustration of time spent entertaining them.
This post linked to Tuesdays Unwrapped.
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Awesome! It’s always good when we can turn frustration into thankfulness.
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I love this, Jendi. So sweet to sit with them and show them how their story began. One day you will be unwrapping the memories of having them be underfoot…at least that’s what the older moms tell me
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