Monday, January 9th 2012
A Glorious Monday Morning

If you have three little boys, it is not advisable to take them to a sandwich place with varying sizes of sandwiches. Unless, of course, it doesn’t bother you at all to hear very serious discussions of “length.” Size matters, and all that. And this doesn’t bother me, so much, as it makes me want to hide my face and just die laughing because they are so earnest about it and I can’t possibly explain why I’m laughing.

“Mine is seven inches!”

“I got the ten and a half inch one so I could save some for later. That is SO LONG.”

“Mine’s bigger.”

“Mine’s longer.”

“I think mine is better because it’s THIS long and yours is THAT long.”

I stare at a speck on the wall and silently say the alphabet until the need to laugh passes. And if that doesn’t work, I pull up my shirt over my mouth and tuck my chin to my chest and just hide like a turtle. And no one notices anyway, so that works.

The boys went back to school today for the first time since before Christmas break. They were more than ready. Well, Seth-6yr was excited about the concept but not the ‘getting out of bed’ part. General refusal to get dressed. With hugs and charm. As if that helps.

I counter with the “get dressed or I will put you in the car naked and take you to school that way, even though I love you, but you do not have the power to make your brothers late for school” speech. And threatening the common nightmare scenario of at-school nudity works every time and the child loses the charm and tosses some clothes on.

Yesterday at church, I had the three years olds. And then after that, I moved next door to the Toddlers. The three year old girls were VERY interested in where my daddy was. Why he wasn’t at church with me. And why he wasn’t right there in that classroom with them where they could talk to him and see what color pants he was wearing.  (don’t you just love three year old girls? Oh my gosh. They’re so funny.) They drew pictures for my daddy. And they wanted to know his name. And generally got off on a strange tangent about knowing all things about him.  So I told them he is afraid of spiders, he’s very smart, and he had a dead bat in his workshop that he thought was lucky but then he lost it and he has really long toes that are a lot like worms. (well, he does.)  One little girl did NOT believe any of this and thought I had to be making it all up. And i can understand that. But it’s all true, of course.

I got blue playdough in my hair and baby snot on my sweater (not that I really mind these things) and one little blond headed boy screamed and clung to my neck and just thoroughly lost it when his dad dropped him off with me… and even though I was so glad to be there with these little ones, I kept thinking about today. When there would be quiet in this house.

And that is now.

This moment.

It’s beautiful.

There are two dogs asleep on the floor next to me, one brown, one black. My closet is not a disaster area because I finally did something about it. The air outside is cold, the air inside is warm and I’m very aware of the peacefulness around me… and within me and I couldn’t be more grateful. I know its origin. Where it comes from, Who it comes from.

Right now, little else matters.




4 Comments on “A Glorious Monday Morning”

January 9th, 2012
12:29 pm

I love how simple children’s concerns are: the size of a sandwich, who your dad is. What could possibly be more important than that?
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January 9th, 2012
7:16 pm

And most important, what color are his pants? You didn’t say.
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January 11th, 2012
1:09 pm

I love that those girls all got interested in your daddy. And I can totally understand why they wouldn’t believe your answers. :)

Enjoy that peace! I’m afraid it’s going to be a little less than peaceful when you get here… but a lot of fun! Just not peaceful so much as just… full.

January 12th, 2012
9:01 pm

umm, yah. About those, well. hmm…
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