The Power of Song

With children, anything can be a song. And any song can be turned into anything else, change the lyrics and just run with it. Except... Except when Archer says, "That's not a song!" He's been especially crabby lately. I try really hard to be positive about things when I write what's going on in our lives. But I'm so tired lately, the kids are really wearing me down. I fantasize about having two hours of nothing but quiet time to read a book or go to a coffee shop and just talk to my husband or go to a movie. There's a baby stage in the very beginning of sleeping all the time - they wake up every few hours to eat but otherwise they sleep all the time. And then there's the later period, when they can move around and find things to entertain themselves, the whole world is new and fascinating. But the middle stage is when they're awake a lot but can't move around on their own and that's where Shelly is right now. When I'm not holding her she's crying.

And here comes the power of song. Just give up on the other stuff I think I want to do, lay down on the floor between the two kids, and sing silly songs, roll around, pull on their toes, let go of everything but the moment in front of me and just let myself laugh and enjoy my kids. Remind myself of the joy I get from seeing my son laugh and my daughter smile. What a beautiful miraculous gift I've been given. The gift of family.