It’s unseasonably cold here in New York…or maybe it’s just that last year was unseasonably warm and I prefer it’s temperatures to the ones I’m facing now. Morning breaks just like every other morning–too early. About a month ago I would have chided myself over not waking earlier, not taking time to be in the Word before my children woke up, but i’m learning that life is only the sum of its seasons and each season calls for something different. Just as He brings the change from winter to spring He is the one who melts away the cold in our hearts to make way for new fruit to grow. Seasons.
Like I said, morning dawned early. Before you jump to a picturesque idea of morning at my house let me fill you in on the reality. Approximately at five AM my youngest will roll over in her crib and become conscious enough to notice that her pacifier is no longer in her mouth, yet she won’t be conscious enough to figure where exactly in the three foot by four foot space known as her crib the pacifier has gone. I’ll blunder out of bed as fast as I can to re-plug her before she wakes up the sleeping monster known as the three year old because if she wakes up, we all wake up. I’ll spend the next hour failing miserably at going back to sleep/keeping my mind from wandering to all the things in life that I can’t control/trying to figure out a way to control all the things I can’t control. I’ll fall back asleep about thirteen minutes before I should wake up.
Fast forward.
All four of the children are awake and in various states of chaos. One’s getting out of the shower, the other is wandering around telling anyone who’ll listen that she’ll “help” them. The other one is fully dressed, but forgot to change his underwear and the crew is rounded out by the token nudist streaking through the house decrying any kind of clothing. It’s just the normal, everyday Thursday morning and somehow the normalcy of the insanity is pushing me to my limits. I can feel the tension rising in my shoulders as the clock ticks every second closer to the deadline for school and there’s still so much on the list to finish and for heaven’s sake their is a naked child running around screeching.
“Mom, look at the beautiful sunrise!” she exclaims. I look up quickly. Acknowledge the glow peeking through the frosted glass. We’re late. The clock is ticking.
“Okay, let’s everyone…”
“…go downstairs.”
“…eat breakfast.”
“…keep moving.”
That sentence could end any and many ways.
“…go into Zahara’s room. We’ll see it better in there.” In we tromp–the naked one, the half dressed one, the soaking wet one wrapped in a towel and the other one and we gaze.
All in all, it took probably three minutes. A whole 180 seconds of our day, but it made me pause and appreciate–appreciate these four little people in their various states and stages and this house that keeps us all. We have our moments. This 180 seconds was one of those moments and just as quickly it deteriorated into the morning rush, but all day long I’ve held onto that moment–four littles, all crowded around a window awed by a coral sun slowly rising through the dim morning skies.
Think through the past few days…what moments are you holding onto? What moments help you make it through the long seasons?
kjshepp says
March 22, 2013 at 5:53 amKristina. Thank you for inviting me to your house to observe your morning! It looks very similar to mine (4 kids and all) thank you for the sweet reminder to stop, even in the caos and observe something beautiful from God. Much too often I can’t get out of my focused trance of reaching the goal and I miss way too many of these opportunities. Like you said, it only takes 180 seconds and can change the course of my day! Maybe I need to tattoo a reminder to my hand! Or something like that, I need this
Kristina Tanner says
March 25, 2013 at 9:24 amI’m right there with you. I’m always so goal focused…get them dressed, downstairs, breakfast, lunches, out the door, etc….that i forget to stop. So I’m trying to remember. Thanks for trying right along with me.
Colleen and Adam Young says
March 22, 2013 at 7:49 amLove this! Im so convicted of living in the moment & seeing the goodness of God throughout the day instead of rushing through life!
I love your writing!:)
Kristina Tanner says
March 25, 2013 at 9:23 amThanks, Colleen. I’ve been trying to live more in the moment as well.
Kim Hall says
March 22, 2013 at 8:03 amOh, you make me laugh, Kristina. We only had two, but the early morning awakenings and thw chaos were still there. Those moments of peace, stillness and wonder are priceless, and will be remembered fondly forever by your children. Thanks for the smiles!
I think every household has a token naked child. When ours was around 2, she found the greatest joy in running in circles in the living room. When one of her uncles-soon to be a dad-visited, he watched her with a shocked and dazed expression, asking, “is that normal? Do all little kids do that?” 😉
Kristina Tanner says
March 25, 2013 at 9:23 amHahahahah, yes the token naked child, lol. How boring would life be without her. Thankfully she is fully clothed this morning even if it is only shorts and it is FREEZING outside. Good thing we’re staying inside. Thanks for sharing about your littles 🙂
Missindeedy says
March 22, 2013 at 9:55 amThose precious 180 seconds sometimes carry me through a whole month! The any and many ways a sentence can end – I am so right there in our morning hustle and bustle, too.
Kristina Tanner says
March 25, 2013 at 9:22 amOH the morning hustle….and we’re back at it again this week 🙂 Hoping your week is blessed.