Funny, the first thing I thought of when I saw the prompt was the children’s song “Five Little Indians”. Anyone know it?
“one little, two little, three little indians…”
Instead of singing the song to you, I thought I’d tell you about my five little blessings.
After a day of nicely saying “please don’t sit on your brother” and “remember don’t throw things in the house” as a stuffed animal bear sailed across the dining room and knocked pictures off a shelf. I was ready for my blessings to go to bed and I think I told them that in a less than kind way.
I had dreamed of having a family for years before it happened. I had visions of folding baby clothes, cooking family meals, and snuggling on the couch reading books. It was all viewed through rose-colored glass in that fuzzy semi-realistic way dreams exist.
Yesterday, with the chaos of four boys chasing each other around the house with rulers (yes, rulers) and my heart missing my beautiful Rebekah I was ready to quit this job called motherhood and run away to a place where no one talked to me and quiet was the norm.
But you know what? As I tucked each one into bed, my heart was full. It was full from toddler arms around my neck and sticky kisses on my lips. It was full from “Mom, I like to help you cook” as he carefully cut up peppers and poured rice into a pan. It was full from the “I love mom” message written in the steam on the bathroom mirror. It was full from watching Green Acres with my long-legged preteen and eating potato chips during the much-coveted one on one time.
At some point in life they will not be rushing home to tell me something exciting. They will not be begging me to sit on the floor and play cars with them and they will no longer fit on my lap to read books.
In spite of all the stress and busyness of my five little blessings, I must tell you that no one fills my heart the way they do.
May your own heart be filled to overflowing today!