29 April 2014

loving this crazy chaotic life


Sunday mornings are usually crazy around here. They don't have to be, really, because our children wake with the dawn and we don't leave for church for another three hours. But there we are every week, starting the process of getting ready about thirty minutes before we have to leave and since there are seven of us, that's cutting it ridiculous.

It's usually Nick and I, running up and down the stairs, hurriedly getting dressed, checking to see who is grabbing clothes and socks and shoes for which kid. Combing hair, taming curls, brushing teeth, changing diapers, grabbing bottles, and coloring books and crayons to occupy the kids during the service. 

This week there was a moment where he and I were switching places at the changing table, me doing Frances hair, him rushing past after changing Ivah and he said over his shoulder, "I bet someday we will look back and wish we had one more busy Sunday morning." I told him to hush, that I can't think about things like that or I'll get teary and weepy and surely we'll be late for church.

An hour later, in the middle of mass, I held a drooly, teething Ivah on my lap. Lute was at my side, listening to the sermon, Eddie was in Nick's arms, unusually quiet. I looked on the floor where Frances was happily playing with a book and George was by her side. He wrapped his arms around her, whispered something in her ear and she laughed and smiled at him and everything was perfect. And I got teary and weepy, sitting there in the pew, remembering what Nick had said earlier that morning. My heart was full and grateful and I felt like this was more than I could've asked or hoped for.

And two minutes later things were normal again. Hushing the kids, Frances standing on a hymnal, shouting "Mom!" over and over like she does. Eddie or George or both of them were rolling around on the ground even though I've told them five THOUSAND times not to lay on the floor during church and I had to laugh a little because this was far more normal to me than the idyllic moment I'd experienced moments before. 

But all of it. Every perfect moment, every chaotic one, they all add up to this beautiful life. Not perfect, not calm or serene or without its moments of crazy. But beautiful. 
And I know he's right. That one day we will look at each other and wish for one more crazy Sunday morning. 

11 comments:

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  2. Oh man! You got me on that one. I am teary eyed now, too! Thank you for sharing your sweet mama heart! ♡

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  3. getting all weepy reading that! you'll be so glad you wrote this down!

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  4. LoveYou, Friend! Thanks For Reminding Me To RelishThe Crazy TImes!

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  5. LoveYou, Friend! Thanks For Reminding Me To RelishThe Crazy TImes!

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  6. YES. Yes to all of this. So lovely.

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  7. It's really so very true, what Nick said. He's a smart one that Nick because my kiddos even though they aren't out of the house they are no longer crazy or chaotic on Sunday mornings. They all get ready and out the door on their very own and then when we get to church they sometimes want to go sit with friends, which breaks my heart a little(im not gonna lie) and it's just not at all the same. Being in the trenches where you are right now my friend, it is most physically demanding but also the most rewarding. You and Nick are doing such a good job. hang tough lil roots !!

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  8. I'm laughing at this. Sounds all to familiar but to a smaller degree. Part of me can't wait to be there... 5 kids and crazy... and the other part of me wants to stay here. Two and getting easier. You guys are awesome! xoxo!

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