With the weather warming up our outside playtime has steadily been increasing. It has really been a weird few months of weather. Hot then cold. Warm then freezing. Super dry, then hurricane like winds and rain. The whirlwind has shown us that we can’t take advantage of the sunshine. Especially before it starts producing too much heat. And the beach! Oh how I look forward to our beach trips. Wow, this update has really gotten away from me. Paint. Playtime. Outdoors. Okay, there we go, back to it.
Learning to ride her tricycle. She’s getting really good at it.
When she grows another inch or two she will really be set. Girls got her momma’s stature.
This picture is pretty overexposed & unfocused, but those chocolate eyes… love them!
“Mommy, look at my hands. They’re all red.”
Painting birdhouses for Papaw and Grandpa
The little bean is not quite into the painting gig yet. While she absolutely loves getting her hands dirty in water, dirt, mud and the like, I think paint just weirds her out. Something gooey that changes the color of her fingers and hands. Not a fan. Although, like most things, I’m sure she will follow her sisters lead soon.
Motherhood, in all the thousands upon thousands of things it has taught me, has definitely shown me that there is a special love between siblings. Elanor admires and clings to Sarah. Every word, cue, and action. It’s such a forgiving and deep love. It is one of the most beautiful and heart warming things I’ve ever witnessed. A truly beautiful sight.
These girls. They are part of me.
The other day Sarah was doing one of her new things and asking me the same question over and over (and over) again. I was losing patience and told her “Sarah, stop. Just stop asking me for things for one minute.” Immediately I knew what a selfish and silly request that was. I may not always like it. It may be hard to focus on. But, that is my job. It is the foundation and core of what I do. As their mother my job literally boils down to being the person they ask for their needs. From food and drinks, to toys, hugs, playing blocks for the 850 thousandth time, and most importantly, empathy and love. If there was one thing I need in my life it is to remember that. To continually be asking the Spirit to provide me patience and compassion. To be what I asked and prayed to be; a mother. Mother means “to bring up (a child) with care and affection”. Lord, help me to do just that. To be your steward, a wife, and a mother, all at the same time, and in that specific order.
These silly girls really know how to bring out my emotions. To share my heart when my personality tells me to keep it locked up and quiet. I will have to thank them for that one day. For breaking down my walls. Allowing me to show my inner self to the outside world. Children truly show us things we don’t know about ourselves, and ours are teaching me to be real.