I volunteered back at the beginning of the school year to help with Teacher Appreciation week which coincidentally is next week. I decided to go ahead and help out some and make a big rocket ship for Bianca's teacher. The children were so excited with the butcher paper that canvased our great room floor. I let them have the scraps and they went to town creating their own things. Christian decided to make a large card for Paul. He was so excited to give it to him when Paul got home from Cannon's soccer game. However, dinner was ready and the card had to wait just a bit longer. This, of course, built the excitement even more and when dinner was officially over Christian gleefully gave Paul his creation. I have to explain that it was a little bit over 20x20 inches folded with red butcher paper and orange scraps glued in random places protruding outward. Inside read the words "I love y Dad." I think he got so excited that he could sound out "Dad" that he forgot to write the rest of the letters to "you." Paul was very complimentary and there was a picture of two people down at the bottom. Paul asked "Oh, is this you and me?" Christian simply replied, "No, this is you going potty and this is you getting done." HA! I almost died of laughter! Paul exclaimed "Yes, I guess you are right" with a big smile on his face. Anyways, now that you know the story I can show you the picture. It was a little hard to scan and I tried to adjust the color since it was on red paper. So, without further due here is that "precious" card coming from a 5 year old who is discovering the world around him...
One more pondering...
A few nights ago, when I was not sleeping, I began to think of all the changes that would happen. Our family would have a new one added and Annmarie will not be the baby anymore. Not that she is little anymore, and she reminds us that she is indeed big, but those feelings of making sure I give each of them the attention they need began to press upon my mind. This happened to be the night that I did not go down and tuck Annmarie in bed and sing songs because I was sore and tired and didn't want to go down and up the stairs again and so forth. Paul put her to bed that night. During my middle of the night pondering I was recalling right before Annmarie was born that I had these same feelings... Christian is my perfect little boy. How will he react to the new baby? Things are never going to be the same and so forth. Now I can't imagine what it would be like without all four of them. So, I shed a few tears (okay, lots) and thought about how it will be as this new one becomes part of us - for the rest of eternity. I went downstairs to cuddle with my 3 year old baby. She had wet the bed and so after I took care of that I laid there holding her, vowing to make those trips down the stairs, sing to her, and tuck her in. I did the same with my not so little ones the next night as well. And now with that new perspective, and the resolve to not squander these years that I can be part of their bedtime, I am ready. Monday... here I come... and I am looking forward to that next chapter in our family's experiences!
Thank you God for all of these wonderful moments. And even for those other ones when your 5 year old draws you going to the bathroom in a sweet card.
Love,
Candace
2 comments:
How absolutely perfect it all is! May your birthing day be uncomplicated and full of joy, big mama.
Hello!! I suppose you have a new little princess by now, added to your wonderful family :) (although you're 9 hours behind me, and I know inductions can take a loooong time... ) I'm so excited for you, I check your blogg several times every day! :) Hope you're all doing well!!!
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