However today as I sit watching my boys play in a massive lawn mower box giggling their heads off as they play together (which in turn makes their sister laugh), I can't help but realize just how blessed I am, and that these are just some of the things that sometimes childhood is.
Sometimes childhood is messy rooms, like incredibly messy rooms, because when you're a kid, you don't get anxiety over how many things are on the floor (or what your 9 month old sister may eat).
|Real life, of our real game room, on any given day.|
Sometimes childhood is laughing uncontrollably as you and your kid brother are playing with a huge ball in a small box together. The logic doesn't make sense, but that doesn't matter.
Sometimes childhood is your mom just sitting in the room being present, not even participating, but just being there enjoying you.
Sometimes childhood is comprised of iphone photos, or unedited and poorly taken "real camera pictures, because that is how memories are captured.
Sometimes childhood is running up and down the only hallway in the house and jumping on any and all furniture, because you have just that much energy.
Sometimes childhood is rolling around on the ground for no reason, because you know, why not?
Please know more than anything you guys I pray for you. I pray over you, I pray for you. I pray above all else, above anything I could teach you academically or athletically (ok maybe your daddy for that one really), above all I hope for these years I have you here with me you learn to love God and you learn how to have a life lived for Him. I hope you see it displayed, I hope you see it taught, I hope you see it expected. I pray I lead well by example, that I don't expect anything out of you that I am not currently doing myself. Y'all are some of my biggest blessings and I am thankful to be your mommy, even if on some days I need to be fired. You are loved, deeply, completely, and by a human and broken mama. Give me grace as I figure out how my vision of what I think your childhood should be differs from what is reality. Sometimes childhood is an ebb and flow of grace upon grace between me and the 3 of you, you know what, that is ok. It's ok. . .