These days…

it’s just me and my girls

just my girls and me

the older hums softly to herself all day

the younger never stops talking, directing, asking, exclaiming

.

at the end of another day

of coming and going in and out of carseats

of brushing teeth and hair, packing bags, kissing hurts, putting shoes on right feet, praying in car, sticking straws in juice boxes, wiping bottoms and faces, little-hand-holding, leading, learning, laughing, cleaning, fighting, singing, hoping, imagining, running, stooping

.

i feel quiet the weight, the loneliness of mothering

.

two pairs of big brown eyes look up at me, expecting something to eat…

 

and i’m amazed that God even trusted me

with them

amazed that He faithfully provides strength when mine is gone, true wisdom when I’m clueless, and too much love

i’m amazed that they stayed alive one more day

that they grow and love in their own ways, apart from me, in spite of me

in them, a reason for life, my sure-fire source of joy, expectation and adventure

.

thank you, God, for these sweet days

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