I spend most of my day chasing them around, confiscating
their ill-gotten gain and filling them with blocks and all things plastic and
unbreakable. They are perpetually sticky and slobbery, and of course, always in
someone’s mouth (hopefully his own!).
They pull hair and poke eyes, all in the name of exploration
and fun. They love to sing and clap and
dance around my living room. They enjoy turning the pages of a good book, emptying the kitchen cabinets, and playing with socks. They spend the day roaming from one room to another looking for the next great adventure. Everything is a toy, and life is just waiting to be played with.
But eventually those little hands do get tired, and curled
up in mommy’s lap, they grab my fingers and hold on tight. They find comfort in
having another hand to hold as they finally drift off to sleep.
As I lay them down, I relax into stillness and quiet. I know
it won’t be long before those little hands are busy again, moving, growing,
learning, and causing all sorts of trouble. For that I am thankful. I wouldn’t
want life any other way.
so sweet. And such a good reminder. those little hands today will be the hands that change the world tomorrow!
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