I am really enjoying your blog. The posts take me back to times with little ones, which I thought would go on forever and ever and, some days, ever more. But, they did not. And I always want to remind mamas of little ones of that inevitability. Your blog is real and wonderful. Thank you.
Thanks, Lee. Sometimes, it’s difficult to live in the moment when the moment is always loud and messy. But I know these little ones won’t be underfoot forever! Thanks for reading and for your support!
Did I hear a groan afterward or was it my imagination? Wait – maybe it’s just me who’s looking for a teensy bit of space once in a while. Like when were grocery shopping, and I’m literally surrounded… or when I take a shower with a little face peering in the glass door and ordering me to hurry up…
GROAN. Today I took a shower WITH the little face (and her body). And actually, it was better having her there and knowing she was safe. But I still had to listen for the other two, wrestling loudly in the other room. Will I ever have peace and quiet again? Will I be able to enjoy it?
I like this, Jen. Though right now my daughter’s at Theater camp and my son doesn’t know it but he’s about to spend three miserable hours at our carpet store! But in my heart for sure!
Amen, sister. Although there are days that I could run screaming, I wonder what kind of emptiness they will leave behind when they are no loger where I am…
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SOOOOOOOO true.
I am really enjoying your blog. The posts take me back to times with little ones, which I thought would go on forever and ever and, some days, ever more. But, they did not. And I always want to remind mamas of little ones of that inevitability. Your blog is real and wonderful. Thank you.
Thanks, Lee. Sometimes, it’s difficult to live in the moment when the moment is always loud and messy. But I know these little ones won’t be underfoot forever! Thanks for reading and for your support!
Amen to that. Funny how that one fact of our existence can be the source of so much joy and, alternately, so much frustration.
I think you just summed up motherhood, wise lady! Joy and frustration. Indeed!
Did I hear a groan afterward or was it my imagination? Wait – maybe it’s just me who’s looking for a teensy bit of space once in a while. Like when were grocery shopping, and I’m literally surrounded… or when I take a shower with a little face peering in the glass door and ordering me to hurry up…
GROAN. Today I took a shower WITH the little face (and her body). And actually, it was better having her there and knowing she was safe. But I still had to listen for the other two, wrestling loudly in the other room. Will I ever have peace and quiet again? Will I be able to enjoy it?
I think you are describing my life.
Perfect minimalism.
I second Eva’s comment. So concise and yet conveys everything.
I like this, Jen. Though right now my daughter’s at Theater camp and my son doesn’t know it but he’s about to spend three miserable hours at our carpet store! But in my heart for sure!
I look forward to days of camp. For all of us!
Always. Including in the bathroom. Inevitably.
Oh, bathroom togetherness. Not my favorite.
This is clever and touching all
at once. Thanks for your tiny
post, so meaningful to us all.
……….cj
Thank you, Claudia, for your words
Kind and in rhythms of six
Making me pause. And smile, too.
Ain’t that the truth? :)
Perfect :) Sums it up in multiple meanings I think.
Yes. The good and the bad of family life. Togetherness is wonderful. Except when it’s not!
Yes, exactly!
Every minute of every single day.
And, often, of every single night.
Flies? Bees? Annoying, competitive mommies? Matchbox cars underfoot?
Sorry, just listing the things that seem to always be where I am. Sigh.
I love this how YOU meant it however! xox
There’s just never enough Aline time is there. Never. Enough.
Never. And then, when I get a teeny bit, I feel guilty. What is THAT? (A curse. It’s a curse.)
Oh so true!
And not to be annoying but, OMG, we’ll miss that one day won’t we?
somedays this is the ONLY reason I go to the gym: so I can shower in silence.
Amen, sister. Although there are days that I could run screaming, I wonder what kind of emptiness they will leave behind when they are no loger where I am…
I mean, longer…