I brushed Lily's hair this morning as we were getting ready for church. I didn't have time for anything fancy, I just parted her hair in the middle and braided the two front sections. By the time church got out it had fallen in her eyes.
I'm not the sweetest mother. I wish I was a more cuddley mom and that I always spoke with a gentle, kind tone. I don't, especially on Sunday mornings.
But, tears filled my eyes as I brushed Lily's hair this morning. Sweet, sweet Lily-- she is the one child I can count on to always follow through when I ask her to do something. I love that child. I love all of my children. I love being a mother and I thank God for the opportunity I have been given to spend my days mothering.
Leah came in my bedroom last night to remind me to order the third set of Warrior books. She has read the first two sets (12 books) since Christmas. Her hair was messy and she was a bit sassy. She was wearing her favorite (It's a fox life) shirt with her cute skirt, and I just LOVED her. Oh how I love that freckled faced beauty. I love her spunk, I love her goodness, I love her bravery, I love her mind. I feel so blessed to be her mom.
My boys are superstars. They are the best babysitters, the best cooks, the best helpers. Sometimes they are too rough with their sisters or too sassy with their father, but they are my rocks. I can always count on them. They're strong and good and steady. Everyday they empty the dishwasher before I wake up, without being reminded. They care for the animals. They get good grades. They excel at all they do.
This morning it was -23 degrees and my van had a hard time starting. I only knew because Jakob was out trying to warm it up for me. Drew suggested that we have family prayer. Our neighbor came by to help and our van started right up. Those boys keep me going.
This was a typical Sunday evening. Todd was tickling Eve, Lily, and Ben on the couch. Rocco was waiting for me to throw him his toy.
Ellie was cutting the banana cake she had just baked. Anna was talking to me. Drew was teaching Leah a piano lesson. And Jakob was reading in the basement.
My kitchen was a mess. The living room was littered with stuff that didn't belong. My house was messy. And our home was filled with love. We were together. We are almost always together.
I love my messy, noisy, busy, beautiful life.
My whole life I have tried to make my life less messy and I honestly haven't figured out how to do that yet. But, I have learned to love the mess.
A normal, ordinary, messy banana cake kitchen life is so good.