I had an absolutely beautiful day with my children yesterday. I took not one picture. Sometimes I like to just enjoy the moment and not stop it for the picture-taking. My house is a mess today because not one thing got done around here yesterday, but that's ok. It was worth it.
The day started with making muffins, the request for breakfast. We are out of blueberries. (Note to self: This summer pick three times the blueberries.) So, what does any good mother do to replace blueberries in your muffin recipe? Chocolate chips, of course.
Lorelei was up early and wanted to take a morning nap, so she went to bed and Ainsley and I went outside in the sunshine. We wanted to plant the flowers we had bought at the nursery over the weekend. While at the nursery Ainsley had found a Shasta Daisy that she wanted more than anything else in the world. We told her she could get it and take care of it herself. It was the first thing we had to plant. While planting, we dug up our family, the worm version. She carried around those worms, tucked tightly in her hand. She said she didn't want the birds to eat them, us. She wanted to take them into the house and make them her pets. I had to convince her they would be very unhappy in our house. She finally dug a new home for them and let them go. Our worm family is now living happily underground, near the Shasta Daisy.
We took a walk to the library, on a mission for the right movie. We have finished all the Samantha books and had been waiting for the movie to be returned to the library. We checked it out, but when we went to watch it, the wrong movie had been placed inside the case. So we walked... and rode. I walked, pushing Lorelei in the stroller. Ainsley rode, her bike, that is. It was the longest walk to the library. Ever. Ainsley had to stop and pick every dandelion along the way, to smell every neighbor's flowers, to give every "blower" (the dandelion seeds) to her sister. But that was all right. We weren't in a hurry. We were just enjoying the day. Together.
We came home to have lunch and take a trip the park. It was nap time, but a trip to the park sounded like so much fun, so we went. How many days do we get like this, when there is nothing to do, nowhere to be?
I love watching Lorelei in the park. I like to watch her from afar, to let her enjoy things and explore things on her own. I don't know if it's because she walked so late and there were so many concerns about her walking or just the age that she is, but I just love to watch her walk out on her own and discover things.
Nap time was a failure. I finally gave up and had Ainsley come downstairs and cuddle up with me on the couch and watch that Samantha movie we had waited so long to see. And that's where my husband and her daddy found us, all cuddled on the couch, a rare sight, to be sure.
Josh took them back to the park (could there be a more perfect day for two little girls?). I made dinner and felt all June Cleaverish for some reason. I've been married for nearly nine years, and a mother for more than four and sometimes still feel as if I'm playing a part. How could this possibly be my life?
But it is, as children rush back into the house to show me their boo-boos they acquired at the park and we sit down to eat dinner and do the Wednesday night rush to get to church on time. Yup, this is my life.
It was such a nice day, especially the time spent with Ainsley. I've really been working hard on loving on her more. Not that I don't already LOVE her, but I need to show her, every day, that I love her, NO MATTER WHAT! No one else is going to love her like that. Sometimes I am so focused on tackling her behavior issues, that I miss the big picture. She just needs her mom. She needs her mom to love her.
My husband has been asked to take on a huge responsibility at church. And I've been concerned about the focus this may place on my children, especially Ainsley, since she is already a difficult-to-train child. I've really been trying to trust God in this area. It doesn't matter what others think of my children and our approach to child-rearing. It only matters that we are doing what God's Will is for our family. My children are not perfect, and neither are their parents. I can only pray that others will forgive our faults and we can do our best to serve Him.












Oh well, we had a talk about never picking the flowers from the plants in the garden. Maybe they'll bud again... 




























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