Peeping through the window

Peeping through the window 
is a good way to grow seeds of love for your children.
Of course, there are times when you will see things you'd rather have missed ;-)
But that's not what I'm thinking of here.

I'm not sure what Clay was working on when I spied him above.
I think he was snow-carving again with that machete of his.
But I just so enjoyed watching his industry through the window.

Unfortunately for me, I often forget to see the messes, the missing pencils found under the stove,
the scissors left out, the cat food bag left open, the door left ajar...

...as evidence of a rich life full of children.

Children being just that - children.

Last night I opened the fridge to find my post-it note pad attached to the inside of the door.
On another occasion I might have been frustrated.
Obviously this is not where I store my post-it notes!
But my son had borrowed them to create a treasure hunt for his siblings.
It's like him to be forgetful.
And it's possible he'll outgrow forgetfulness,
but regardless.
He's going to outgrow childhood,
and that,

I will miss.

So last night, that post-it note discovery made me smile.
Just like peeping through the window.
There's a lot of work to being mom,
but what a privilege!

If I can just remember that more often:




I have evidence of a rich life.


FULL

of the blessing


of children.
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