Today was a day I’m thankful I don’t send my kids to school everyday. (The oldest 3 just go on Mondays.) The school year is winding down, so there were class parties that needed treats prepared for, teacher gifts to remember, and the regular making of lunches, nagging to get shoes on, and feeding and clothing the littlest boys in order to get in the car and to school on time. I am not a person that thrives on busy-ness and, quite frankly, getting 5 kids ready to get in the car is not my favorite thing to do. Believe it or not, these little people all have minds of their own, and as much as I’d like them to immediately follow my every command when we’re trying to get out the door and somewhere ON TIME, they don’t. By the time I had got them to school I was tired out for the day– but I had one appointment after another ahead of me.
And so Hunter and Ian and I were go, go, go until the big kids got home. Then it was driving to karate, picking up from karate, Dad working late, wrestling matches in the family room gone awry (with at least 3 kids screaming like they were dying at one time), trying to figure out something for dinner, and feeling unsettled by the whirlwind of papers and toys and pillows and blankets strewn about the house.
I thought– there are people that do this every day– that have every minute scheduled, rushing from school to lesson to appointment to hectic meal where there is no real time together because those brief moments are spent hurriedly trying to get things done so you can all move on to the next thing. And then I was overcome with gratitude for this path that I’m on where, for more days than not, we can go at our own pace, be intimately familiar with each other, and the kids can draw and draw and draw and read and read and read. I thought of these pictures of Hunter
who can spend all the time he wants intensely making his 2 year old “space men” and “lightnings”, who every minute has big brothers who draw with him and for him
and with their big brother magic (and some paper and tape) turn him into a “lightning space man”.
I’m thankful for all the unscheduled time to just be, to be real, to be really together.
I’m thankful for time to breathe.