Is your heart bursting? Mine is. Nate perfectly captured a moment between these two. Seriously-half the day is spent with one of them smothering and kissing the other. (Normally, the one not doing the smothering is trying to get away. But 2 minutes later they'll turn and be trying to love the other). Brigham thinks that kissing means opening your mouth as wide as possible and slobbering profusely on another person's cheek; which is both completely adorable and slightly disgusting.
I'm still loving reading and journaling about this book on mothering. I had to share one more thought that Saydi Shumway had in the Love chapter of Deliberate Mothering. She shares about a Christmas season when she was stressed out of her mind running around the trying to get things done and found herself getting frustrated with her kids for getting in the way while she was trying to do these tasks. She says "I realized that, for weeks, I had been resenting my children because they were in the way of all the things I had to do to pull Christmas off. I needed to flip my thought process and recognize that my love for my children and family was in fact the reason for all these tasks."
|Yes, the pictures are different hues of black and white. It's driving me crazy. But guess what? Nap time is over, so we're all going to have to deal with it.|
Nathan and I realized a few years ago that a disagreement never gets to an argument if we are touching while we talk. Holding hands when we sit down to talk about something that we know is a tender subject for us has proved to keep our minds reminded to speak lovingly and respectfully to one another. I think the same is true of my kids. When Eden is driving me crazy (all my fault, hardly ever really hers) I find that if I take the time to drop to my knees and hug that girl and tell her how much I love her and attack those cheeks with my kisses that everything changes. I don't think the changes are really for her. She'll still be torn up about the fact that I won't let her drink the Lysol, but I am changed in that moment. Suddenly I can love her, really love her again. Because touching her, showing physical love, often helps bridge the gap to feeling emotional love. And magically, I don't need rehab anymore. I can move on and without wanting to punch myself in the head while she cries on the floor.
Now, finding a way to REMEMBER to give physical love when I'm starting to feel frustrated.