Ever have a moment (s!) like this?
I finally convinced my children that they should go outside. After all, it is registering 47* outside! They have been cooped up way too long and the sun is finally shining, melting the bit of snow we have. Lots of mud, but lots of sun-that sure outweighs the mud! It was a work on motivating them to actually go outside. I think they have been inside for so long that they got used to it a bit. My kids are outside kids-they love the outdoors, so this was a bit surprising that I had to kindly push them out the door.
So, they are outside. The house is quiet. Very quiet. What to do, what to do,what shall I do? I sip my cup of my daily afternoon caffiene perk (reheated, of course) and walk around, trying to decide what takes precedence. We do have a few days of laundry just sitting there. Argh. But there is nothing I can do about that one. The piece that was broken is (hopefully!) in the mail and en route. It better get here fast! I gasp to see a tablecloth rolled up in the corner of hte dining room from a few days ago. Why I have not noticed it sooner is beyond me. I know what's inside. Lots of a dinner we once had a few nights ago. I gather it up to shake it off outside. That very outside that my children are enjoying in shortsleeve shirts and one even sad to say, barefoot.
I watch them from the door as they giggle with enjoyment. One dressed as a Little House on the Praire girl, one dressed as a Mommy holding a baby and baby bag, one without shoes (!), and boys throwing sticks to see who can throw farther (everything seems to be a competition around here!).
Anyway, I stood there with the big decision on if I should shake it off now or later.
My thoughts: Will they see me? Will I distract them?
I seize the opportunity to just shake the stinkin' tablecloth and go on with my day.
Next thing I now:
"Whatcha doin' Momma?"
"Mom, see this stick? Watch this!"
"MOM! I'm coming over to you!"
Why do I even think I could do such a thing without being noticed?
The 4 and 3 yr olds come running over to me and they are headed for the mudpit. Oh my! I start to say that I am only shaking a tablecloth, that's it. No biggie here. Nothing miraculous.
But to them, it is.
A Momma home.
A Momma being just that, a Mom.
I guess it is a miracle afterall.