I Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way

I just tucked two cute little boys into bed about ten minutes ago. So far I have been in to sleep with them, had to get a tissue and just now found a special stuffed companion to sleep with them. Not bad considering. I am hearing someone pounding on the wall right now…be right back.

False alarm. 

I just love this time of night with the little ones. They are wide awake and I am ready to drop in my tracks. I have come to the realization that it isn't just that they are so active that tires me out, it is also the fact that they change directions and interests so often. By the time I get on track with what they want me to do, I am already too late. I can only assume that when you are up to your ass in kids 24/7 you either learn to ignore the changes or you learn to anticipate where their little minds are going.

This babysitting gig reminds me of when I was raising my three. I suppose that the difference is that I am at a stage where I am able to appreciate the cute. I know just how fleeting it is. All too soon they want to spend their time with friends, school, or one of the many activities that you have them involved with. I know that in a few short years my grandkids will have to make decisions about whether to visit me or go hang out where that cute little girl from down the street is sure to be. Should they visit me and get candy or play football with the guys? If they come here, there is a very good chance they will be guilted into cutting the lawn.

Well, that is in the future and we are in the now. I am going to enjoy this reminder of how wonderful life was and how exhausting it was at the same time. I think I will go and plant myself in front of the TV, put my mind in neutral and just stare into the past.

Tomorrow morning comes early and there are bound to be a couple of squirmy little boys climbing into bed with us, and I wouldn't have it any other way.