When the Hubby and I first started our little family, and I was in the newborn haze of lack of sleep and new found extra love. One of my aunts told me of raising kids "the days are long, but the years are short".
How true I am finding that to be. The days can be so incredibly long, sometimes difficult, sometimes fun and happy, and many times lonely. It's hard to explain feeling lonely when you are constantly surrounded by three little blessings. It can be.
The Hubby has been busy working with an extremely long and disappointing Harvest. We tend to think of Harvest being wrapped up by early to mid August. The amount of rain however had us finishing up the end of September with sprout damaged and bleached out wheat. This meant he was/is in the field whenever possible. It has also meant seeding winter wheat and combining safflower at the same time.
The latest rain effected us differently. I'm adjusting to being a SAHM and not working outside of the home. (A decision I don't regret a would make over and over. It was the best choice for our situation and our family) It is still an adjustment. I miss the challenges, I'm a nerd but I miss the math and numbers, I miss a schedule, adult conversation and life's stories from friends who are out of the diaper trenches. So when rainy days had him home more and coming in early...well. He was a little on the grumpy side stuck at home. I was loving having him here....during daylight hours!
So many times I have felt so lonely and trapped in the never ending requests and questions and dong the same things over and over. Reading the same book over and over. Then I blink and they wearing bigger clothes and performing new tricks. Asking for help a little less frequently.
The benefits are the little moments that make up the hours.
Dandelion bouquets every time they go outside.
Bedtime prayers and daily snuggles.
Watching them play. Especially listening to their made up stories. When they aren't arguing they are adorable.
Those smiles when I walk in the room. The giggles from the same hiding spot they have used four times in a row. Counting anywhere between 7 and 36 when its mom's turn to hide.
The number of compliments they dole out and lyrics they slaughter from songs they should probably know. The made up tunes with limited and repeated words.
So I take the good along with the messes, spilled and broken glasses, horrors of potty training, pulled hair, spitup, endless laundry, tantrums, time consuming "help", crumbs, broken toys, interrupted sleep, tears and whining.
The days are long but the years are short.
