The house is a disaster. Partially-unpacked bags, remnants of Easter baskets, books of all sorts clutter nearly every horizontal surface and threaten to wage war on my sanity. Our builder is coming tomorrow to check on a leak. We have a First Communion happening in 13 days. We need to make serious progress in math in the next 5 weeks if we want any kind of a break this summer
Just as I was kicking into high gear for evening clean-up bonanza, Yoyo had a tummy ache. Baby really wanted mommy. I wanted them to be happy playing on their own. They needed some TLC.
So, we settled into the comfy recliner, snuggled up, and sang songs. We sang about 25 rounds and variations of Wheels on the Bus, This Old Man, All the Pretty Horses, Scarborough Fair... We rocked and snuggled and giggled and after 20 minutes or so, nobody was fussy. In fact, Yoyo was asleep.
The contented smiles and warm, relaxed bodies of my babies. The pure fun, happy melodies without interruption. They weren't on my to-do list. I might have been tempted to consider it wasted time...
But Grace intervened, and for half an hour I knew there was nothing else more important in the world than comforting those 2 precious children. What a gift.
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