If your daily life seems poor. . .
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator, there is no poverty and no poor, indifferent place.
- Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Being a mother brings out the worst in me sometimes. It releases the tired, selfish, task-oriented, distracted self that doesn’t want to “deal” with my little boys and their woes (and boy do my little boys have woes). I can get beat down by the routine of just getting from point a to b in the week that I miss the special moments of their childhood. It makes me queasy to think of it here, but of course, I don’t realize I’m doing it at the time. Every once in a while, though, God’s restraining grace slows me down a bit and I can just sit back and marvel at these three little humans that he’s lent me.
Don’t get me wrong—they are truly a mini-hurricane in their own right, but I’m still so thankful to be part of the crazy chaos. I marvel at their brilliant creativity, their compassion, and their joy just to be alive. Remember when we used to RUN everywhere just because we couldn’t stand to get there a few seconds later? Or the excitement at summer’s sprawl ahead of you?
Jude is 100% drama and a whirlwind of emotion but he’s also my most caring, compassionate child. He loves to be a big brother to Ezzie: playing with him, hoisting E’s chubby legs up to he next level of the playground at Chic-fil-a, and pulling him out of his crib each morning so they can snuggle together and watch cartoons.
Noah has my unfortunate habit of giving up too easily and can often be fussy and uncooperative, but so many other times he is the helper in all the ways I need. He’s creative, an inventor, writer, and artist. So many of my loves are mirrored in this not-so-little-anymore 5 year old.
Ezzie can be difficult (he’s two, after all) and VERY stubborn but he has the warmest love and affection for his momma and daddy. He loves generously, laughs constantly, and loves, LOVES his big brothers. This little man is so happy to be a Smith and doesn’t have a care in the world.
It’s a beautiful adventure, friends!