As I lay in bed last night trying to fall asleep I kept feeling crumbs in the sheets. No matter how fervently I swept them away, I could still feel them. Maddening. Later when my husband came to bed, he asked in frustration, "Where's my pillows?" Truth be told, I had one of them (making a grand princess total of three for me!) and I remembered his other one had been used earlier in the day for one of the kid's forts. After he finally got situated, lying there in the dark, I heard the inevitable question, "Why are there crumbs in our bed!?" Why indeed. I smiled into the darkness. "Kids. Someday we'll miss this."
Hard to comprehend, but if the tales told by other parents gone on before us are to be believed, we will actually miss all of this someday.
Sons wrestling on the couch while we're trying to watch T.V. , daughters who like to camp out in our bedroom and leave their books lying around (and their crumbs), babies who cry in the night and need to be held and rocked back to sleep (and still manage to wake us up with the sunrise).
All the noises that make up a happy home, sometimes they are a recipe for me head to the car for a short drive to a place I like to call "Sanity Island". It's quiet there, so quiet I can actually have thoughts to myself, and pray without interruption. Hard to believe, but in what will probably be the blink of an eye, those quiet times will be the norm for me. I can wait.
Today I'm feeling thankful for my kids. The young ones, the old ones. The funny ones and the dramatic ones. The loveable ones (and that's all of them, by the way). I pray you count your blessings today, too. Especially the ones that bear your name and likeness.
"Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are the sons born in one's youth. Blessed is the man (and woman) who's quiver is full of them." Psalms 127:3-5