Once, when our daughter was around 2 1/2, she watched her daddy set a sprinkler outside. She asked me what he was doing. I told her daddy was trying to make the brown grass turn green (she has always had an inquisitive mind, perhaps that is why she is a cardiac nurse). It was maybe a day or two later, when I was in my sewing room, that I heard a strange noise coming from the living room. I went out to see what my daughter was up to. In total shock, I surveyed the living room being doused with water from the sprinkler! Frantically I ran outside to shut it off. When I asked her why, she merely said, “I wanted to turn the brown rug green.” It was completely logical to her.
Yes, raising kids was exhausting at best. But the rewards we reap today were worth every moment at home, every book read aloud, every “why” questioned answered, and every patient moment for them to tie their shoes because they were in the “me do” phase.
As I sit in my quiet house, I wish I heard the pattering of tiny feet, the “but why, mom”, and the “are we there yet” questions. I guess I’ll have to wait for grandkids. And if any of my kids read this, I know it’s too soon, but I can hardly wait! Love you all.