It's been a while since I've written! I didn't realize it's been so long. Per the usual, something happens that hits my heart and I have to share with all of you.
These last few weeks have been hectic to say the least. Josh has been working with little to no days off lately because Halliburton has been so busy here. As thankful as I am for my hardworking husband, his job, and those paychecks, he needs a few days off and so do I. Playing the single parent is not easy! My hat is off to those who are single parents and probably working a full time job as well.
Keeping up with a 3 year old and a 1 year old has kept me on my toes. I'm constantly chasing, feeding, cleaning, bathing... you get the idea. After a near melt down the other day, due to only getting about an hour or so of sleep the night before, I was both physically and mentally exhausted.
Last night, during a late dinner, i was thinking about my list of things to do to get the boys ready for bed; the 2 loads of laundry that needed to be folded, the sheets on my bed that have sand from two little boys that like to play in the sand box (especially AFTER their bath), the dishes I knew that could wait til morning, when my very quick Boston James stuck his fingers in the sour cream/salsa mix and began drawing on the table. I wasn't mad. He was playing happily and I could wipe up the table. I got up, got a rag, and started wiping Boston down. Out of the blue Beringer says, "Mom, look at that beautiful mess!" Yeah, that hit my heart. In that moment I stopped and thanked God for the beautiful mess He blessed me with.
For every finger printed window and bathroom mirror, for every spill, for every dirty face, every, "It was an accident", "I didn't mean to."; every sand covered scalp and toys scattered everywhere; I am thankful. I am so thankful for the beautiful mess.
It's not always easy. It's often frustrating and difficult. God, in His infinite wisdom, didn't promise ease. He said childbirth would be painful. He said he'd never give us more than we could bear. He said children are a blessing from Him. He's especially fond of His own.
This time of beautiful messes will soon pass and I will be wishing for that time back. I pray I never take it for granted and hold my ornery boys a little tighter; just a little longer. May I remember that with every peanut butter and jelly face is a blue eyed boy with a smile just for me. Every muddy footprint on my tile means I have little boys who seek adventure. Every moment is special and every mess is temporary, but beautiful.
Happy Father's Day to every Father and Father figure out there. Happy Father's day to the mother's who are stepping up when there is no father in the picture.
A special shout out to my own father who has raised strong, independent kids and who's an excellent G to his grandsons. To my Father in law: thank you for raising a son who works hard and loves his family. Thank you for being a fun Pop-Pop to your grand-boys. Lastly, to my husband: Thank you for being a loving husband and awesome daddy to our sons. I couldn't imagine life without you in it.
Until next time,
ActionJacksontheAngloSaxon
