I love this picture.
And not just because it's of my chubby, smiley youngest child.
I love the day this picture reminds me of.
It was a terrible day. Mr. Brown Eyes was at work and I was cranky with the kids, getting after them over every little thing, getting so mad at my little Brown-Eyed Girl, Kora, for wetting her pants over and over again. That evening we had been invited to watch my niece play volleyball at a nearby school, and of course the kids made us late and I was crankier than ever.
After the game the kids talked me into letting them play on the playground, but then Kora wet her pants again and I was DONE. I stormed into the bathroom with her, part of me raging that this was it, I was going to cut their playground fun short and blame it on Kora. "It's the only way she'll learn," I told myself.
But, thankfully, another, quieter voice whispered, "Let her play. You guys need this."
This picture reminds me how grateful I am that I listened to that quieter, kinder voice.
We played at the playground for another hour, the kids running and laughing, the baby crawling everywhere and discovering sand for the first time. My bitter, cranky heart softened and I remembered how joyful I am to be the mother of these sweet children.
This picture reminds me that every bad (week, month, year) day comes to an end, and then we appreciate the joy and peace of our good days so much more.
I am trying to listen to that kinder, quieter voice, also known as the Holy Ghost, more often.
It makes for way more good days.
The Brown-Eyed Girl