The Daily Reminder.

 (Writing from Gypsy Mama's prompt "On Forgetting")

I step up to it and glance at what will come first.

It is one of mine.
I work all day.  I listen to them chatter, sing, prattle, fight, tattle.  I make them meals and snacks and cups of juice, make them drink their milk.  I suddenly feel tired.  I want to take flight on the wings of the dandelion seed I see floating by.

Next is one of his.  Stained from hard work.  Tattered with yet another hole.  His t-shirts seem to be destined to this life.  Hard at work far away.  I wish his life was easier, but I am thankful for him, for his love and his diligence.

And then there are theirs: little pieces that resemble ours.
They are also usually stained, but from hours of play.

Dropped strawberries. 

Mud puddles. 

Dried on Playdough that will never release it's hardened grip.

My littlest is now wearing little dresses her sister did...

was that yesterday?

 Where did the time go?

 And then I peek around the corner at them...


hear their giggles.

They are worth it...

I can't let myself forget that in my weary moments...

reaching up

to my clothesline full of daily tales and memories.

 

"And let us not be weary in well doing:

for in due season we shall reap,

if we faint not."

Galatians 6:9



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Parenting Tip: Kids grow up fast.  

I remind myself of that when I feel overwhelmed about the little things.

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1. Write for 5 minutes flat without editing your voice.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.

(Okay, so I do edit a bit with adding the pictures
and spacing out the sentences around them:
I cannot tell a lie.)
(sheepish grin)