I took 3 of my 4 kids to our cabin in Twain Harte this past weekend. Its our sanctuary of sorts. I can scoot the kids outside without worrying of getting hit by cars, or being abducted (Im a nervous mom). They play, discover, use their imaginations and take GREAT adventures.
While outside instead of doing my normal reading in the lounge chairs, I listened to my kids.
I listened while Aunalee and Abigail become wizards and fought off evil "elves". I listened as they made up problems only to find better solutions and I listened to them scream at each other when the other didn't do EXACTLY as she asked.
I listened as my 3 year old son went "Bear Hunting" on his quad. I watched him search for 30 minutes for the perfect "gun stick" and watched him march around the property finding a big mean bear. I listened as he made up a bear call, and set bear traps, and as he revved his quad up a hill. I listened as he argued with himself and as he spoke to the oncoming bears. I saw him take aim and shoot several while yelling "Im keeping the bears from eating you Mommy".
Later I watched as my children played on the public play ground in town. I listened to Aunalee ask a little girl, "will you be my best friend"? I saw the little girl smile and accept Aunalee's proposal of friendship.
I listened to Abby scream at the little boy to "Push faster" on the merry go round. I watched as the little boy fell and my Abby got off the ride to help dust him off. I listened as she asked if he was ok and then watched as she walked him to the bench and sat with him until he was "ready to play".
I listened to Anden scream "Woooohoo" on the tire swing. I watched as he tried to climb the climbing wall. I listened to his "YAY Ando" when he conquered it after 9 attempts. I listened to him make truck noises on the pretend truck and watched as he let a little boy "ride with him".
It occured to me, as it does daily.. How blessed and perfectly imperfect my life truly is. These kids drive me insane most days but then I listen and I watch quietly and I become filled with love and pride at the people they are becoming.
I remember thinking in my younger years how "being a mom wouldn't suit me", and now my life would mean nothing and be nothing if I hadn't chosen to take the route of "mommyhood". I wouldn't have tender hearted Aunalee who wants to befriend the entire world in her efforts for World Peace. I wouldn't have Abigail who is rough, and tough and the most concerned human I have ever met. I wouldn't have Anden who makes me laugh and makes my heart smile everyday with his wit and charm and animation.
I wouldn't have Austin who is too smart for his own good, telling me "Bethy its safe with you".
I wouldn't have strangers coming up to me telling me my daughter, "was as sweet as pie for helping her son when he was hurt". I wouldn't hear Aunalee telling me how beautiful she thinks I am even when Im sweaty from the gym. I wouldn't have Anden asking me to marry him, when he turns into Wolverine. I wouldn't have Austin calling me 90 times a day (when its his mothers weekend) just to make sure Im "there".
This is a beautifully perfectly imperfect lovely life I lead!
No comments:
Post a Comment