Babysitter to my own Children

I found a new way to think about life yesterday, and it’s fun. Or at least, diverting. I think of myself as a babysitter to my children, and suddenly I don’t mind that they take all my time and energy and attention when they are both awake these days.

From rescuing to cuddling to pushing on swings to setting up forts to wiping noses to changes diapers to singing songs and reading books and tying shoes – this is a full time job! No, this is not a post about fitting in all the other stuff a mommy has to do, too (like laundry and cooking and cleaning), ’cause I honestly don’t know how I have gotten done the little else I have this week.

It’s about getting a new perspective.

If I was these kid’s babysitter or nanny, I would feel so lucky. They are so adorable! It’s so satisfying to make their face light up with a smile or to feed them their favorite food (sweet potatoes – we all agree). It’s really quite fun to spend my entire afternoon playing with them in the sunshine if I pretend I’m just the babysitter and it won’t make dinner late that I’m out here with them instead of in the kitchen cooking. When I rescue them from yet another head-over-tea-kettle tumble, it’s fulfilling to know I’m guarding someone’s most precious treasures – and then I remember they’re MINE.

I’m living a dream I’ve treasured for many years. From the favorite stories read during quiet time, to the little curled pigtails carefully combed in place when we go out…the things that fill my day to the brim are the stuff my dreams are made of.

Good thing I’m fulfilled and satisfied, ’cause I’m too exhausted to do anything besides being a mom!