Monday, October 15, 2012

Three

As I sat at the table with Grace this morning, reminding her every 30 seconds to take another bite, helping her with her water, getting her down to go potty, and then getting her back in the chair, reminding her (again) to eat instead of play with her fingers, breaking up a fight between the sisters, encouraging her to wait until AFTER breakfast to sing, I had an epiphany.

I understand now why it is impossible for me to keep to any kind of schedule.

I have a three-year-old.

'Nuff said.

What I get when I ask said three-year-old to smile. Goofball!





Totally better than the best schedule, though. Don't you agree?

I'm getting better these days about accepting that this is my season for intensive parenting, which means even school has to take second place sometimes, and writing a distant third. Sometimes I still want to rail against it (because hey, I want to have IT ALL, RIGHT NOW), but slowly, I'm coming to a point where I can not just be okay with it, but actually happy about it. Amazing!

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  1. I'm in the same season of life and I feel exactly the same way. But you're right, the kids come first :)

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    1. It's nice to hear I'm not alone. I hear a lot from writers whose kids are older, and that's encouraging too, but I also like knowing there's people "in the trenches" with me!

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  2. Great pictures! It's hard accepting sometimes we can't have a schedule. I have three little ones, and schedules are hard to come by here, too. But we're only at this point in our lives once, and only have a small amount of time with them. I am continually trying to find peace with timing, and reminding myself how important time is right my kiddos right now.

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    1. It seems like forever when we're in the middle of it, but you're right, in the grand scheme of things, this really is a tiny portion of our lives. Best to live it as fully as we can!

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  3. I remember the day, when my older kids were 3, 7 and 9, when I realized that the dirt on the walls stopped exactly at kid-hand-height. BIG revelation: I'm not a sloppy housekeeper - I have children!
    Schedules (and clean walls) are highly overrated. Three-year-olds, on the other hand, are not.

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    1. Well said! My grandmother always said it was better to have a messy house and happy children than a clean house and miserable kids. She had eight kids herself, so she knew something about what she was saying!

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  4. I both can and can't wait for L to be three. I love her littler personality now, but she's so curious... so vocal... such a mess that I know it's going to be a trial. I wouldn't have it any other way though. By the way, Grace's smile... perfect.

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    1. I was so exhausted when both girls were babies that I was simply physically incapable of enjoying much of that stage with them (which I think is solely responsible for the baby fever that comes and goes in waves with me - I want another shot at doing the baby stage and being AWAKE during it); the nice thing right now is that even when I'm frustrated and tired and wanting to bang my head against the nearest wall, underneath it all is a keen appreciation for just being alive and having children to drive me nuts at all.

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  5. Your daughter is so adorable! What a sunshiny smile she has.

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    1. I call her my little sunshine girl. She's the happiest kid in the world - until she's not ;-)

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  6. Oh, I love that smile. And remember...you're writing living epistles. It's even more enduring than words in print. :)

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    1. The thing which lasts, as opposed to that which fades ... thanks for that reminder, my friend!

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