“The soul is healed by being with children.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Little children bring to us the most wonderful gift: growth.You know the times right before dinner when every apparent mess has been cleaned and there is no possible way they could dump one more glass, and they do. Right after diner when kicking back with a movie sounds so good, and the children can't get any dirtier (a bath can wait am I right?), and they do. Food encrusted hair, dirty underwear, boo-boos and bruises, cuts and nicks all suddenly seem life threatening to a four year old and it must be fixed NOW.
As a result of having these little people in the house, the thing I have come to realize is how insanely patient you have to be. That "why? why? why?" in our house has ceased to be
cute anymore. Recently, one of the twins has become obsessed with understanding where we are going and when we are coming home. If she sees my with my purse and shoes it immediately triggers the question, "Sadie, wheaa you gowing?" I tried to imagine how she cant understand that I am only going for bit and will be back. Suddenly, I began thinking what
if I didn't come back? What
if that was my last time getting to see her? So now that constant question doesn't annoy me so much, I smile a bit and give her a gentle hug and a quick kiss on the head.
Honestly, I cannot think where I would have learned to be more patient or more grateful than in my own home. With all the twins constant questioning, giggles, messiness, dances and breakdowns, I am slowly becoming more spontaneous (mostly by necessity haha) and my family is struggling with me through this whole patience thing. Mostly I am just grateful, so intensely grateful for the girls and so blessed/amazed how God is using them to grow all of us. Sometimes growth is painful; this kind is a joyful growth.
