Pause. Breathe.Breathe again: Part Two

I probably shouldn't write mid-day.

Especially on days like today.

I had 10 minutes of spare time after folding laundry that was piled waist high in our bedroom (nothing like creating an aura of romance in one's master suite, but may I save face by saying it hadn't been there terribly long??) and i thought I'd update the blog in the leftover time.

But babies started stirring, and before I knew it, everyone was up and not particularly buoyed by their afternoon naps. It was like going straight from quiet to the pinnacle of the 'full moon period' of every day (4-6pm), and I had little tolerance for all the noise and mayhem. I finished it quickly, and thus you have the first post from today.

But then, as i was preparing dinner and attempting to converse with my husband, a very unusual thing happened:

It was quiet.

And everyone was awake.

And they were all in the living room,

so I knew there wasn't TOO much they could have got in to.

So we peeked into the living room, and this is what we beheld:

The three older crammed into our 'vintage' playpen, entertaining their littlest brothers with 'peek-a-boo's' and 'stinky feet'.

It was as refreshing as rain, which was coincidental {or maybe not}, as the dry ground outside was receiving relief from the relentless heat as we witnessed that sweet scene.

For me, today was full of the weariness in mothering...but weariness is not exclusive to motherhood. Emotions/fatigue/weariness/frustration/despair/put-in-whatever-you-feel-here is inclusive to all of us...and motherhood does not have any edge on these things. It just happens to be what I'm knee-deep in at this moment, so it is what I write of.

Because everyone does have their own battles they face, although usually out of the line of sight to the mere acquaintance or even friends, I know there is a good chance you are weary in some way tonight...wishing for a little relief in a parched place of your heart.

I thank God for that moment in time today where I saw love between my children and the quiet that resulted from it. It truly did water my heart. Now as I write, I pray the same for you. Yes, I know I do not know that you are reading, and I do not know your circumstances...but I talk to the One who does. I've got connections. ;)

So do you.