I have never looked so forward to summer since my kids started school. Unfortunately, our summer does not begin until the middle of next week. I am counting down the hours with anticipation....my kids are not that pumped...I am!!!
Before my kids started school, the summer felt like a hot continuation of the same ol', same ol'. I could never understand my friends that were excited for their kids to be done school.
But now I understand. There is nothing like surrounding yourself with a chorus of screaming, fighting and squabbling in the 90 degree humidity. lol
No seriously, I am not a patient mom. I really am far from it. I have a LONG way to go with patience and anger.
I have a long way to go with self sacrificing.
But I do love having my kids home.
And I love no schedules and no homework.
I have to say that lately I must admit that I am ready to be done adding kiddos. Of course, there is no decision to be made with that considering the R.N. is DEFINTELY feeling done:) Part of me feels relief. There is only 2 more years and ALL of our kids are in school.
But that same fact brings me to tears in an instant.
I am not ready to be done this stage of life. Where the simplicity of things brings such joy....
like splashing in a kiddie pool....
And sitting on lawn chairs entertains everyone for hours....
And sitting on lawn chairs entertains everyone for hours....An ice pop is treated like gold....
When finding a helmet that fits brings such joy....
When looking goofy is ok.....
And riding bikes all day is like a grand adventure....
And loads of this.....
And plenty of these....
So I sign off for now because I am glancing out my window and seeing Lil' Rocker hitting Yao Yao with a broom.
When finding a helmet that fits brings such joy....
When looking goofy is ok.....
And riding bikes all day is like a grand adventure....
Even now I well up with tears knowing that these careless days of summer are so quick to be gone.
And maybe I will be ready to continue adding to our family in a year or two.....when I can appreciate a toddler's tantrum more....
And I can deal with tears with sympathy instead of annoyance....
And I can deal with tears with sympathy instead of annoyance....
But for now, I am trying to concentrate on what is here and what is now...and what I have.
That of course being tons of these....
And loads of this.....
And plenty of these....So I sign off for now because I am glancing out my window and seeing Lil' Rocker hitting Yao Yao with a broom. I am not kidding.
And now they are all standing beside me staring in my face and begging for a cool pop.
It is only 10am.
Oh the joys of summer:)
9 comments:
Enjoy it ALL! ... for these years truly are the most treasured times of your life. They will be gone in the blink of an eye and the memories and your journal will become more precious as the years march on!
Love the kids. Too adorable! Yep, you'll be ready sooner than you think ;) HUGS!
I am so excited for summer too! The relaxed feeling all around is the best!
I love your pictures of the kiddos!! So your quiver might be full after all, eh?? Don't be too hard on yourself about the patience thing. You have A LOT on your plate right now:) We're all a work in progress, you know!
I have days when my quiver is most definitely full! And then I have moments when I think how could I NOT add another one to our family. Like you my hubby says we're done. At least done birthing babies. So maybe in another year or 2 when I'm not changing 3 sets of diapers, nursing a teething baby, or sleep deprived my moments of wanting more will turn into whole days. ;)
Love all these pics. 4 was the perfect number for us. Although my husband was ready to be done at 2. Now, he can't imagine it any other way :)
This made me cry! Love the photos, you did a wonderful job! The broom part was HILARIOUS! It's always good for a mom to hear that other people's kids hit each other with brooms, too. ;)
Truly Hysterical!!! You're a crackup!
I can't relate really because I have 11 kids home with me 24/7 and would not trade that for a minute..... but I can relate to sadness over them growing up. Believe me... my oldest is 13... it FLIES by.
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