It was a beautiful routine and I missed it dearly when we moved. I didn’t realize until this summer just how much my now 4 year old missed this routine too.
I’m on my fifth rodeo involving parenting a toddler in church. Rodeo, I say, because containing a toddler in the pew and riding a bucking bronco are pretty much the same thing sometimes.
Life is short. Instead of trying to jam as many things as possible into that brief span, I’m trying to enjoy everything in front of me as much as I can.
It may not have been the most productive morning by most measures, but it was incredibly enjoyable to see the wonder and rapt attention on the kids faces.
And it was productive in the way that observing nature always is – it teaches us about the world and ourselves in endless illustrations of life.
My kids teach me so much about life.
Our youngest is every bit of two and a half with a strong will to boot. Her favorite phrase for the past 6 months?
“Do it self!”
“I got it! Do. It. SELF!”
A word struck me this morning as I snuggled my babies on the couch and read them book after book.
We all crave closeness.