It is a sweet season for us.
The kids are in that beautiful stage between babydom and teendom--all five of them are. Isaiah is starting to shun his high chair in favor of sitting on a big stool with the big kids. They sit lined up at the counter, waiting for their pancakes. Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop. Sometimes even in age order. No one is pining over unrequited love. No one is collicky or teething. No one is burdened with undue stress, with sin, or even with any great health challenges. They tease each other and laugh over secret jokes. They make messes and even help clean them up a little. They read books about fairies or dragons, respectively. They talk about animals, about the latest Studio C episode, and about adventures with mutual friends. And after our meals, they often run out the front door and ride bikes and scooters around the circle together. They are happy. They are friends. And for the time being, they belong almost exclusively to TJ and me.
Has any mother ever been so blessed?
The kids are in that beautiful stage between babydom and teendom--all five of them are. Isaiah is starting to shun his high chair in favor of sitting on a big stool with the big kids. They sit lined up at the counter, waiting for their pancakes. Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop. Sometimes even in age order. No one is pining over unrequited love. No one is collicky or teething. No one is burdened with undue stress, with sin, or even with any great health challenges. They tease each other and laugh over secret jokes. They make messes and even help clean them up a little. They read books about fairies or dragons, respectively. They talk about animals, about the latest Studio C episode, and about adventures with mutual friends. And after our meals, they often run out the front door and ride bikes and scooters around the circle together. They are happy. They are friends. And for the time being, they belong almost exclusively to TJ and me.
Has any mother ever been so blessed?
