The Preslar Family

The Preslar Family
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Monday, February 08, 2010

The Things We Cling To

I just have to make a quick observation here. Sometimes motherhood is about grabbing on to whatever thread you have available and hanging on for dear life. Take, for example, the email I received from The Becky this evening. "James ate 15 bites of fried rice!" Perhaps to you, this may seem completely mundane, but trust me, in the world of The Becky, it is major. The child who doesn't eat actually ate. And he ate what Becky made for dinner. Even the other kids wouldn't touch it! For me today, my thread was that Bundle, who's sleeping habits have continued to nose dive, was put to sleep in her crib not completely asleep and she stayed asleep for two hours. Again, for the general public, this might not be of any consequence. In fact, it might even be considered a negative. But for me, it's the best she's done in weeks! Yay! Of course there were many celebrations today - can I just say, at the close of a long day, that I love my kids? Tonight Bitty burst into spontaneous prayer when she had a concern about her dad. So cute. And poor Stomper, who seems pretty wiped out by this whole illness thing, put himself to sleep at 7:30 after a frustrating evening, which frustrations included the fact that I wasn't prepared to get him gloves with claws on them. Maybe tomorrow, honey.

5 comments:

tiffrsmith said...

This totally reminds me of the inner dialogue I was having in RS yesterday. The teacher asked the question "What do we hope for?" and all of these lovely women raised their hands and made beautiful comments about eternal life and what not, and the only thing I could think of was "I hope my kid doesn't poop his pants in nursery." And he didn't, and it made my day! Whatever it takes, right?

Melissa said...

Oh, if it weren't for those little things, everything else might be unbearable! But still, why, oh why, won't my babies sleep?

Gina said...

I am so glad to read this. I have been up since 5:00 with Oliver. I can't help but be angry with him when I am so tired and he is flopping out of my arms. Just as he and I fell back to sleep on the couch at 6:30 Bryon came bursting in the front door (back from an early morning work out) after we settled back down again Rowan woke up and demanded french toast and grape juice. I just can't take it anymore! honestly, I am hanging on to the hope that today I won't completly lose my mind and my temper!

Windybrook Spinner said...

Well, I don't have it as difficult as the other three commenters--or you--at the moment, though I have totally been there. Still, my baby-almost-two-year-old is making me a little crazy. He climbs on me and won't let me knit (I know, poor me =)), he's into everything, and hits me when I tell him "no." And this is my sweetheart child. Sigh. This too will pass and it is very humbling, which I definitely need. What would we do without the Lord's help? He's the only element that makes this impossible job not completely overwhelming.

Melissa said...

I don't understand why you can't just get the kid gloves with claws on them. (Do they even make those?)