It was no more than a few minutes - less than 5, really - but it was captivating. A few of us grown ups were watching the kiddos play in the leaves today on the playground and then admired the barrage of leaves fluttering in the wind on the way to the ground - to become more playthings, of course.
The swirls of yellow-green were mesmerizing.
Leaf confetti.
It's as if there's a celebration going on -
not of the endings before our eyes
but of the promise of the new life that will come.
And oh, how fitting this is.
I look forward to the most grand celebration of all with my God one day, but for now I'm so deeply thankful for the beauty surrounding us and these vivid, tangible reminders of His love. And how wonderful it is to know that our God created such gorgeous colors and scenery not because He had any need for them, but because He loves us enough to give us these sights that make us stop and stare in awe. I may not have laughed and squealed in delight like the children playing in the leaves today, but oh, that joy and awe radiated through me entirely. I needed that so much, far more than I'd like to admit.
Monday, October 28, 2019
Wednesday, October 9, 2019
TeacherMom Truths
First of all, read this.
I'm a Hot Mess Express some mornings -
trying to sip my second very necessary cup of coffee while juggling my keys as I walk across the parking lot shifting the handles of my bags
still trying to cool off from my morning cardio of wrestling my toddler into his diaper, pants, and BOTH times of putting socks on (once pre-car, once post-car)
cramming Bel-Vita breakfast biscuits in my mouth at record speed as I rush down the hallway to be on time to morning devotions, make the one set of copies I forgot but need before I have any breaks today, go to the bathroom, and back to my classroom afterwards before the kiddos dash in
fighting back the plethora of emotions from having to leave my sweet boy until I get home and get a small window of play time before dinner, a little more play, baths on bath night, and then his bedtime routine before shamelessly and selfishly snuggling and rocking to make up for some of our lost time
already debating with myself about the merits of a third cup of coffee I know I won't finish before 3 pm - because I need it to replace the sleep lost over school work, worrying about my baby, worrying about my kiddos, taking some downtime to not physically be taking care of another human being, and because I had a third cup of coffee the day before that I didn't finish until after 3 pm
-but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I was built to nurture, help, and be with littles. I get to do that all day, every day, in different ways, and it's a blessing. Yes, even in the crazy moments. Yes, even in the exhaustion. Yes, even in the tears. I'll continue to be a Hot Mess Almost Late Breakfast-Eating Coffee-Drinking Working Momma.
I'm a Hot Mess Express some mornings -
trying to sip my second very necessary cup of coffee while juggling my keys as I walk across the parking lot shifting the handles of my bags
still trying to cool off from my morning cardio of wrestling my toddler into his diaper, pants, and BOTH times of putting socks on (once pre-car, once post-car)
cramming Bel-Vita breakfast biscuits in my mouth at record speed as I rush down the hallway to be on time to morning devotions, make the one set of copies I forgot but need before I have any breaks today, go to the bathroom, and back to my classroom afterwards before the kiddos dash in
fighting back the plethora of emotions from having to leave my sweet boy until I get home and get a small window of play time before dinner, a little more play, baths on bath night, and then his bedtime routine before shamelessly and selfishly snuggling and rocking to make up for some of our lost time
already debating with myself about the merits of a third cup of coffee I know I won't finish before 3 pm - because I need it to replace the sleep lost over school work, worrying about my baby, worrying about my kiddos, taking some downtime to not physically be taking care of another human being, and because I had a third cup of coffee the day before that I didn't finish until after 3 pm
-but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
I was built to nurture, help, and be with littles. I get to do that all day, every day, in different ways, and it's a blessing. Yes, even in the crazy moments. Yes, even in the exhaustion. Yes, even in the tears. I'll continue to be a Hot Mess Almost Late Breakfast-Eating Coffee-Drinking Working Momma.
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