....That's what we're up to at the Pierro house...
Alex has started the 9th grade and the one who takes the longest to get ready in the mornings due to primping in the mirror. She's a teen! All teens have natural beauty, so why do they do that?
Ava Grace is in the 2nd grade and loves it. She looks so precious when all of her hair is out of her face, hence ponytails--especially when she lets me put in those adorable big bows. Love those things!
Nicholas is in full time pre-school--something I thought would never fly with him. Wrong again, Momma...this shy little boy is LOVING it all day. What is his favorite part of every day, you ask? Eating popsicles in school, of course!
And then there's sweet Jace. The one in pull-ups. Man, is he cute when he reaches into his poopy diaper, pulls out the evidence and tries to give contaminated, poopy hands to me to wipe. Ok, not so cute. By the way, I didn't sign up for pull-ups. It's what he came with ;)
So how does a momma go from primping to pull-ups? I think it has something to do with having followed the mind of Christ and emulating his love. Nah, that couldn't be it because I'd screw that up in about 4 minutes. I'd say '5' minutes, but that's just funny-definitely fallacy. This momma loses her temper faster than you can spill an entire glass of milk. As that first drop hits the floor my face does this contorted thing, my voice changes, and I am pretty sure there's a big fat vain sticking out of my head somewhere. I know this because of the terrified look on my childrens' faces about the time my anger erupts.
Primping...ponytails...pre-school...pull-ups....all seasons, all milestones in our childrens' lives. I really wish I would embrace that instead of tearing it down. That will be my continued prayer-emulating the mind and love of Christ.
As I sit here sharing my thoughts and hitting these keys, my kids are running around the house chasing each other with light-up magic wands. And laughing. Really laughing. Even Jace. Normally that would grate my nerves and trigger a monster. Normally, I'd be screaming at them to quiet down. But not tonight. Tonight I am going to embrace that joyous laughter. Tonight we're making memories.
