I kid you not, it was STRESSFUL for me. Ten years in a convent prepared me for a holy death but not raising my boys, "Lion" and "Bear." I tried this last year and nearly lost my mind. Why, oh WHY did I try it again!? Did I think it would be easier or I would have miraculously developed the patience of a . . . nun? For real. Being a mother is the test of all endurance, holiness, and love. I am sure there are many women out there that would delight in the energetic child---the way he tears the cookie dough into pieces, squishes it through his fingers, runs and jumps on the couch with a shirt covered in flour, but I am the one who takes many deep breaths and prays for mercy. I am the one who pours herself a big cup of coffee laced with Irish Creme (the real stuff) and hopes that I won't be finding sprinkles in ungodly places for the next week.
So. Gazing at beauty. Ha! Lesson learned, Lord. This is a mess. My child's joy is beautiful. But together? Can I say this is a beautiful mess. I hope.
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