...how in the world did I ever get anything done? Yesterday I had 2 year old Anne, and 3 year old Lydia, which leads me to the above question.
The simple dynamics of taking care of small children turn regular events into grand productions. Going to the bathroom, for example. I had a hard enough trying to pull off this spectacular feat when my own children were small, wrestling with the conundrum of whether to sneak or announce. Sneaking almost guaranteed I would be back before they decided to get into the cereal or paint with Desitin, but if they noticed I was gone, it could trigger panic, and if one started crying, you know...the announcing it was almost like telling them, "Go ahead and run into your sisters' room and get into her powder, quick, you're going to be unattended for a bit." It could also backfire, and mama could end up with little friends in the bathroom keeping company.
These little girls aren't my own children, and I do not leave them unattended, so I have to summon Jon, Char, or Cam when I run to the bathroom.
When Lydia has to go, Anne NEEDS to come too. She sometimes needs to take her diaper off and sit on the toilet like Lydia, which is a good thing, but not always a fun thing. She also needs to wash her hands.
When they have their snacks or eggs or yogurts, or even a banana during the day, I put them up to the table, or even at the coffee table in their little chairs, because we don't run around with food. This means washing them up when they're done, and cleaning up the little plates, ect. And they both always want the same plate, even though I have identical pink plates. I poured them seltzer (sugarless sparkling water) yesterday, in identical glasses, with different colored straws so we could differentiate the drinks and keep using the glasses...yes, they both wanted the green straw.
They are friends 90+% of the time...the other ten percent, don't even ask.
It's good for them. They learn to share, they learn to get along, they play together.
It's good for me, too. I have noticed I have much less patience than I thought I had. And if I am feeling irritated or bothered or just plain get sick of the silly nonsense, that's a good place to be, because it's where I am and who I am, and there's so much grace and help from God to get when we ask in humility.
Because above all, children are straight from heaven...the kingdom of heaven belongs to them. And they need to be treated with goodness. That's easy when they're agreeable and they didn't just spill their drink.
(It's nice to have some little friends!)
Sometimes I feel like I should be doing something more important in life. I didn't go to college, I don't work, and when I bumble around here in my comfy around-the-house clothes, I feel like a lazy slouch.
It's not esteemed in the eyes of this world to take care of kids. You need to to it ALL, and I applaud the mamas (and daddies) who can manage that. But I'm almost 54 years old, not starting a career anytime soon...I've thought about it. I've actually been thinking about getting a realtor's license, because I love people and houses. And to get the people connected to the right house sounds very fulfilling. But I'm not sure I can fit it in, not sure I have the dedication it takes to leave the house so much...my kids are growing up so fast, I don't want to miss out on any of it.
Today we only have little Lydia. And, we need to go to Walmart, as soon as the kids are done with their schoolwork. Important things are on the list, like a contact solution for Jon, and and and.
It's warm here, but cloudy and we're getting some rain. Spring takes it's own sweet time coming to central New York state. But when it does arrive, when the sun shines and the jackets come off, oh my goody-good-goodness, no one enjoys it like we Northerners do.