Makes me smile! He has the patience of a saint with me, nicely just nods his head when I asked him if I yet again blew something else out of proportion, ran over his sprinkler heads AGAIN, almost break his side mirrors because I am sure if I push them in manually they will work since I can't find the button inside the truck and thanks me for taking such good care of our family.
He is the one who I see out of the corner of my eye, grabbing the heart cookie cutter on weekends to cut the girls sandwiches into hearts.
He is the one that has them in fits and giggles when it's really bedtime.
He is the one that teaches them to throw a football and promises they will learn how to change a tire and change their oil.
He is the one who lets them all climb on his hurt back and stands up as they shriek to carry them around the living room until they are all laughing so hard they fall off.
He is the one who stands up on stage of K's talent show after the performances are over and while everyone is folding up their chairs with his first born securely in his arms, says loud enough for others to hear that "he is Kennedy's daddy and he is so proud of her and she is such a good singer!" She of course is embarrassed for a split second and then beams with pride and happiness fully knowing that this is her daddy and she is oh so special! And then proceeds to do the same thing with Brooklyn so she knows how special she is too!
And then he is the one who always reminds me what kind of mom I tell him in the calm moments that I want to be and what is truly important in life...Just the other night he did this very thing as he called on his way home and asked how the rest of our day went?As I went on and on about how I wish I was more organized for our family's sake, how I feel like it's a constant choice of either play with them or cook dinner, play with them or put the gazillions of clean clothes away, watch their gymnastics or switch loads from washer to dryer. Just that afternoon as they asked me to sit down at their new "restaurant" with a special menu I had a choice. I can honestly say 99% of the time I let everything go and sit down with them or play Barbies or read a book but this time after letting the laundry pile up on the bed, hangers and all and seeing it was wrinkling more and more as each day went on I made it my priority to put it all away WITHOUT stopping (unless someone got hurt) and then it was off to make dinner. So as they lulled me away towards their delicious smelling restaurant, complete with dinner lighting courtesy of Kennedy's pink beaded lamp and all, I had a choice. They know me too well, I have no restraint normally, I would drop it all and play. But tonight I decided to stay strong and was determined to put away all the laundry. At the ahh mom, cmon's and pleases I spouted off that this is why God gave you brothers and sisters so you could play together and God gave mommies jobs too and we have resposibilities that help our family and if you want dinner somebody needs to cook it, ya da ya da, blah blah blah. So as I am filling Tim in on this scenario and how it all went down, he simply says, "The mom I know would stop and play restaurant." Simple as that. And that is yet another reason I love him. He doesn't care when the laundry is piled up, or the toys are scattered because he knows most times I chose the kids, to play with them or spend the time doing something that might not seem like a big deal to the average person but to that little person it is HUGE! He is the one that reminds me in the times I am unsure that being present and relishing this time that goes way too fast is why I wanted to stay at home in the first place. Sure somedays I wish I was a better organizer, cleaner, crafter, multi-tasker, cook, etc, but other days it's ok because he reminds me that these are the times they will remember and carry with them!
He is the one who I see out of the corner of my eye, grabbing the heart cookie cutter on weekends to cut the girls sandwiches into hearts.
He is the one that has them in fits and giggles when it's really bedtime.
He is the one that teaches them to throw a football and promises they will learn how to change a tire and change their oil.
He is the one who lets them all climb on his hurt back and stands up as they shriek to carry them around the living room until they are all laughing so hard they fall off.
He is the one who stands up on stage of K's talent show after the performances are over and while everyone is folding up their chairs with his first born securely in his arms, says loud enough for others to hear that "he is Kennedy's daddy and he is so proud of her and she is such a good singer!" She of course is embarrassed for a split second and then beams with pride and happiness fully knowing that this is her daddy and she is oh so special! And then proceeds to do the same thing with Brooklyn so she knows how special she is too!
And then he is the one who always reminds me what kind of mom I tell him in the calm moments that I want to be and what is truly important in life...Just the other night he did this very thing as he called on his way home and asked how the rest of our day went?As I went on and on about how I wish I was more organized for our family's sake, how I feel like it's a constant choice of either play with them or cook dinner, play with them or put the gazillions of clean clothes away, watch their gymnastics or switch loads from washer to dryer. Just that afternoon as they asked me to sit down at their new "restaurant" with a special menu I had a choice. I can honestly say 99% of the time I let everything go and sit down with them or play Barbies or read a book but this time after letting the laundry pile up on the bed, hangers and all and seeing it was wrinkling more and more as each day went on I made it my priority to put it all away WITHOUT stopping (unless someone got hurt) and then it was off to make dinner. So as they lulled me away towards their delicious smelling restaurant, complete with dinner lighting courtesy of Kennedy's pink beaded lamp and all, I had a choice. They know me too well, I have no restraint normally, I would drop it all and play. But tonight I decided to stay strong and was determined to put away all the laundry. At the ahh mom, cmon's and pleases I spouted off that this is why God gave you brothers and sisters so you could play together and God gave mommies jobs too and we have resposibilities that help our family and if you want dinner somebody needs to cook it, ya da ya da, blah blah blah. So as I am filling Tim in on this scenario and how it all went down, he simply says, "The mom I know would stop and play restaurant." Simple as that. And that is yet another reason I love him. He doesn't care when the laundry is piled up, or the toys are scattered because he knows most times I chose the kids, to play with them or spend the time doing something that might not seem like a big deal to the average person but to that little person it is HUGE! He is the one that reminds me in the times I am unsure that being present and relishing this time that goes way too fast is why I wanted to stay at home in the first place. Sure somedays I wish I was a better organizer, cleaner, crafter, multi-tasker, cook, etc, but other days it's ok because he reminds me that these are the times they will remember and carry with them!
Love ya babe...thanks for laughing with me, at me and always together!
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