As I grow older, I am realizing time is as much of a commodity as money. In some cases, more.
Right now, I have to use the bathroom but I want to write so badly before Olive wakes up from her mini-nap. I would choose writing over eating, depending on my mood that day.
Once Olive is up, we have to be on our way to fetch the boys who will stick their sweaty heads into her Snap N Go to give her kisses all over her chubby face as I repeat myself, “Give her space! She is a person! Here’s some Purell!”
Hours later, I will get to hand the three off to Daddy as soon as he gets off the subway to release me to Parent Engagement Night, aka Back to School night.
As packed as our days (and nights) are, I can tell these are the very days Empty Nesters will remind us to enjoy every moment of.
I’m not sure what I want my blog to be. I often wish I could be the blogger who writes about tips on taking trips with kids, or recipes, or other how to’s but I’m not wired that way. I am prone to confessing, sharing too much, and talking about my inner life, aka being a Non-Monetizing Blog.
My kids take my breath away. I won’t be able to share much as they get older but for now, I can still share these mundane but meaningful moments:
Photo #1: Alone but Together
My big one wanted to assert his independence by riding alone on the kiddie ride this past weekend at Six Flags. This was a precious moment as Ellis and I beamed when our ride would line up with Micah’s and Micah would beam back with his one missing tooth. I will carry that moment in my heart and hopefully conjure it up when they are pre-teens.
He wanted to be on his own but did not find it uncool yet to be thrilled to see us next to him.
Photo #2: I Spy with My Blue-Lashed Eye
“Micah, can you make sure Olive…”
“Yeah, I’m already holding her hand and foot so she knows she isn’t alone. I checked to make sure the sun is not in her eyes. She has some tears on her cheeks so I wiped them. She has some on her lashes, too. And I’m gonna sing to her now.”
Though Big Boy and I butt heads from being wired too similarly during our low moments, he blessed me so much when he told me yesterday, unprompted:
“I appreciate you taking us to the library program even though it was crowded and loud. I’m proud of you, Mommy.” HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY.
Photo #3: These are the Days of Our Lives
When there is a new baby on the scene, folks immediately and naturally relate it to their own stage in life. “Oh, we are SO done! I can’t even imagine going through that again!” “Now we get to travel! No diaper bags! We sleep so well.”
It’s been extra busy with Back-to-School events and forms that have got me cross eyed, those darn blue cards with fonts shrinking every year, this time in Spanish first, then nearly invisible English.
Kevin and I have not been able to soul-talk after a big fight because we have to talk about the more mundane but necessary items like how to keep us all clothed, fed, bathed, hydrated, schooled, homeworked, and bedtimed, and other -ed’s. And yet, I can just feel that these are the very best, most tender days of our lives, while the kids are still so pure and while we are still not decrepit.
Photo #4: My Olive Royl at 3.5 months old, post Baek-Il
Cracking us up by being so calm, down for every family adventure, suddenly drooly like Biggest Bro was, sucking on her whole fist and wrist like she workin’ on a jokbal (Korean roasted, seasoned Pig Foot). She has moved on from smiling to trying out this sound called Laughter and splashing lots in the bath. I must capture on video.
Photo #5: Don’t Forget Me, Mommy!
My Middle has expressed that he would like to be born again so that Mommy can love him again as a baby. Awwww. Imagine being snuggled so much until a smaller, cuter thang arrives out of your mom’s swoll belly, monopolizing her time, energy, and teat.
With three kids, there isn’t as much of Mommy and Daddy to go around. I pray that we can still make each FEEL loved.
Olive is up and we must get going. Thank You Lord for each moment. Please give us more energy for the second half of our day.