Moments to treasure

Tonight I served steamed broccoli, sautéed zucchini and leftover pork tenderloin. The boys devoured it. and at the end of the meal, all was quiet and Silas said, “We are very blessed.” Precious. I’m not sure why he was inspired to say that, but it was so sincere. Before dinner, he had requested that we light a candle and even went to the trouble to dig out the candle holder he had made in preschool out of beans. Perhaps the mystery of the fire helped create such an significant moment for him. He’s right. We are so very blessed. 

Josiah’s memory is amazing! I’ve been reading a book, Mini Racers, to him on and off for a few weeks. It’s a picture book with obtuse poetry that I picked up for Silas, but Josiah really liked the pictures, so it’s been in his room. Tonight we were reading the book and I paused after the first few words and he started saying the verses with me. He said nearly the whole thing with me - it was unbelievable! Thank you, Jesus, for giving him such a good mind! 

And Samuel had his first taste of rice cereal last night. He seemed to enjoy it. He’s been eyeing us at the dinner table for some time, so it was so fun to introduce him to “solid” food. It won’t be long before he’ll be joining us for family meals! 

I love my little family. These boys are such a blessing! 

Mother's Day 2011

Mother's Day is such a tricky day for me. It's supposed to be this day that celebrates motherhood, yet, I 'm in the throes of the hard stuff of being a mom - newborn up all night, toddler tantrums, moody grade schooler. And all of that continues whether it's a special day or not.

I'm T-I-R-E-D.

And yet, I had a really great day. We went to church last night, so we didn't have a rush around morning. Of course, I was up with Samuel several times in the night, but Steve started the night with him, which allowed me 5 hours uninterrupted. And I got to spend an hour getting ready upstairs while Steve maintained order below. I woke up with a bad headache, but it wore off before too long.

And there were so many precious moments to cherish. Samuel laughing hysterically as Silas made farting noises on his arm. Josiah playing basketball in the driveway, providing his own play-by-play commentary after every shot. "Almost. Try again." "I did it!" Silas barging in first thing with a warm and cheerful, "Happy Mother's Day, MOm!", waking both me and Samuel.

I am so blessed.