Last night I heard my four year old daughter say (and I quote), “That is not poop, girlfriend.”
Honestly, I have no idea what the heck she was talking about, but the quote struck me as extremely funny. It struck me as funny that my four year old would use the word “girlfriend”, and that she would use the word alongside the word “poop”. In some ways, I feel like that sentence is representative of my family life right now: sorta crazy, sorta hilarious, a lot of fun, pretty exhausting, and always perplexing.
Every night, after my final child is ushered into her bed, I feel like running victory laps around the house. I made it to the end of the day, and I can finally have a few short hours to myself. A few hours when I can breathe. When I can stop worrying about whether Gwendolyn is drinking a bottle of Windex. When I can stop playing referee / judge / jury / executioner between Charis and Ella. When Jen and I can have a conversation that doesn’t sound like a really bad Skype call, with constant breaks and interruptions. When I’m not immersed in “My Little Pony” world.
And the thing about little girls is that they talk. A lot. Like non-stop, breathe-in-talk-out, a lot. I grew up in a predominately male household, and so this whole idea of using words to communicate ideas is kind of new to me. It’s also kind of exhausting.
There are many days when I wish things weren’t so crazy. When I wish the girls would grow up a little bit. When I wish that my home life didn’t revolve around potty training and breaking up girl fights and learning the names of every single pony on My Little Pony. When I wish that I had more me time.
But I’m becoming increasingly aware that life moves way too fast. My oldest is now seven. Seven?!? When the heck did she turn seven? Where did my little peanut go? Now I’ve got a little girl who is losing teeth and doing homework and telling me about the ears on a horned owl.
Each day crawls by, but each year blows by me like a hurricane.
I want God to help me treasure the craziness and delight in the insanity. In my craving for peace and rest, I don’t want to miss all the delights that come with this season of my life. My life is full of blessing, if I only have the eyes to see it.
- Charis still giving me a kiss when I drop her off at school.
- The slight smell of spit that always accompanies thumb-sucking Ella.
- Gwendolyn’s delightful obssession with making sure she opens the front door for me when I go to work.
- All my girls dancing like nobody’s watching when we listen to “Happy” by Pharrell.
- Gwendolyn singing “He’s Got The Whole World” in his hands, and doing the accompanying hand motions.
- Charis coming home from school and proudly announcing that she got to be on the color purple for scoring high on a test at school (whatever that means).
I know that it won’t be long before my girls are entering middle school, then high-school, then college. I want to treasure these crazy, insane days, because I know I’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Lord, teach me to number my days. Teach me to treasure each day that I have, and to see every day as a sacred gift. Teach me to treasure my three little crazies. Teach me to delight in all their quirks and peculiarities. Teach me to embrace the loudness and laughter. Give me eyes to see the innumerable blessings that surround me. Kill the impatience and craving for comfort that so often eats away at my joy.
I have 10,000 reasons to bless you, and three of them take up most of my time. Teach me to treasure them.