Today was a busy, rowdy and laughing boys as usual day. Did some learning in the morning. Played at the park for lunch. Looked around at the sunshine and crazy warm weather for November, and thought of winter happening in other states.
Then tonight, as we got closer to bedtime, the boys complained of heads that hurt, and moved much more slower than usual, moaning. I ministered to them with oils and such, with Brooke following me around, watching.
Kevin said he wished he hadn't of ran so much today. I told him not to worry, and that's just what he does best, run:) I put a wet wash cloth on his head, rubbed some oils on his feet, and held his hand. I looked at his sweet, little face, and remembered how much I love him, and how glad I am to be their mom. To be the one to soothe them when the get sick, and need just plain ol comfort. Brooke intently touched him, and wanted to sleep in his bed with him. She is such a sweetheart. I turned on some music for Kevin, and he zonked out pronto.
I then put Brooke to bed, who wanted her own wet washcloth, even though she was bouncing around just fine. Turned her music on, then went for Ethan. Gave him a wet washcloth, and read to him some good "Calvin and Hobbes" stories, his favorite.
I then plugged in his Christmas lights, (they got a little excited to pull out the decorations early), got my guitar and made up a song for him. His eyes were closed, holding a stuffed Tigger, but his face would smile gently when he heard me sing his name. Best medicine ever. I thought back to that beginner guitar class I took at Ricks College back in 2000, and how grateful I am that I learned guitar. As he dozed off, I enjoyed playing John Denver songs to myself quietly. I love the sound og guitar picking.
I'm so thankful for moments to remind me to not yell so much or expect too much of these kids. To remember that they're cute kids trying to learn how to be good and all, but that they're gifts from above. All I need to do is love them, and take care of myself, fill my cup, be kind to myself, and stay afloat. Not every day are 'rays of sunshine' as my cousin's funny husband once said, but each day I can try a little more to love them more. It's not an easy job to be a mom, especially one with young kids so close in age. It can feel like survival mode for awhile, but to give them hugs, and comfort their tender little hearts; I think that's just what Heavenly Father wants us to do for his children he sends to us.
