kids is difficult. Today, it got a little easier.
I am a mom of a 2.5 year-old little man and a 13 month-old little lady. They are awesome kids with stellar personalities. I've always said, "I know how lucky I am". It's one of those things I would say, but not really process. I processed it
You can see my patio doors from the counter in my kitchen. Making lunch today, I looked out and couldn't even see outside,
the fingerprints were so dense. Tiny little fingerprints, handprints, and yes, a couple of mouth prints (courtesy of my little lady). I thought, "Oh my goodness, I JUST cleaned this window yesterday and it's covered again!". I grabbed my Windex (eeshk, I know, chemicals...but I like my Windex!) and paper towels and headed to the door. It seems like I clean that window daily (don't even get me started on how much I vacuum...I swear there is more food on the floor than in their mouths) As I was cleaning my children's DNA off the window, I began to think. I began to think and I
began to process that statement that I mentioned that flies off my tongue without thought.
I am lucky to have little fingerprints to wipe off patio doors. I am lucky to have to vacuum crumbs off the floor 3 times a day. I am lucky to pick up toys off the floor. I am lucky to do multiple loads of laundry filled with little clothes each day. Lucky is not a strong enough word. I am thankful, I am blessed, I am loved.
Too many people in this world do not have what I have. Too many people are dealing with infertility. I have close friends who have struggled for years trying to conceive. Fertility drugs, IUI, IVF, miscarriages. I have seen these friends give up, defeated by
their own bodies. I couldn't imagine wanting a baby so badly, trying everything to make it happen, and be forced to accept that it's never going to happen. I cry for my friends and their struggles. I, myself, didn't have to deal with infertility. I was able to get pregnant easily both times. I know how lucky I was.
Today, while looking at those fingerprints on the patio door, I realized how truly blessed I am to have tiny fingerprints to wipe
off. To have crumbs to vacuum up multiple times each day. And to do countless loads of laundry each day ( Seriously, I could laundry in the Olympics). There are too many people out there who would give ANYTHING to wipe fingerprints, vacuum constantly and wash tiny outfits. I need to remember this. I need to remind myself of the blessings that I have created that cause my daily chores. I no longer look at them as chores.
So today, I am thankful for little handprints on patio doors. And it is now that I truly know how lucky I am.
Blessed mother of two little blessings who teach me more than I could ever teach them.