Happy Thanksgiving! I wasn’t going to post anything today, but then I realized I would normally do a Thankful Thursday post today, and what better day for a post like that than Thanksgiving?
Life with three boys can be… hectic. There’s always too much noise, too much arguing, too many toys on the floor and never enough pants. Combine that with the normal stresses of life, dinners to be made, deadlines to be met, floors to be mopped and disagreements to be mediated, and life becomes a blur of noise, yelling and rushing. I am fortunate enough to always be able to find moments of clarity through the madness – times where I can drown out the meltdowns and constant pleas for chocolate milk – and see the beauty of three rambunctious boys.
I see J helping Monkey through a difficult part of a video game they are playing together. I see Bean and Monkey giggling in the corner over a secret. I watch as J reaches toothbrushes for everyone at night because he’s tallest, and I hear him over the monitor telling his brother that everything is ok when he cries out at night. I overhear my monkey telling J that they’re best friends and watch the Bean run to shower kisses on anyone who’s been hurt.
Oh yes, they’re boys. They’re loud, they jump and tumble and roll and make strange noises. They tackle each other in the hallway and they never wear pants. But when J is tired he still climbs on to the couch and holds my hand. And Monkey still runs into my arms after school every day. It’s impossible to stay angry when the Bean takes your face between his hands and kisses you.
People often watch my children, kicking each other under tables wiping their hands in their hair (who does that!?), and they ask me how I do it. I assume they mean how I stay sane throughout the chaos. Well, those moments of clarity are the ones I live for. Knowing that my boys are good boys, sweet boys, who love and value others, who want to do good and who can make me laugh and remember to be silly.
I was making pumpkin pies tonight. I had filled four pies, and was waiting for the oven to finish preheating. J ran through the kitchen and I yelled over my shoulder “don’t run in here, I’m cooking, you’ll knock over my pies”. J said “no, we won’t mom”. The next sound I heard was a thud, followed by a splash, a bang and then the most quiet this house has heard all week. I looked up to see the boys standing in the hallway, silent. And I followed their gaze to the kitchen table, where there were not three beautiful pies… and one runny mess. A bright green plastic football was still lodged in the crust. I was livid. I had just told them to keep away from the kitchen! But as I turned back to the boys, standing in the hallway, they were holding hands. How can you be angry at three little boys holding hands in the face of a ruined pumpkin pie. It was only pie, and we had three others. So we cleaned up the mess and got on with our night. Maybe someday they will recall the feeling of dread as that bright green football landed in my pie. Maybe we’ll laugh as we remember the looks on their faces. I’m thankful that they won’t remember me yelling at them.
I’m thankful for moments of clarity, for remembering what’s important and remembering not to get caught up in my to do list.
Happy Thanksgiving, I hope you have a million little moments to smile back on and be thankful for!