There are moments on occasional days when I have a flash of excitement and the feeling overwhelms me: "They just might turn out okay!"
So many days require constant training, correction and reminders on everything from not-banging-your-fork-on-the-table to not-stepping-on-Abby to not-saying-no-to-Mama. But every now and then I catch a glimpse of what might be the norm someday if I just keep fighting those battles today.
I was standing in the bathroom putting on makeup. Outside the bathroom door was a huge pile of towels. Isaac's normal job is to throw the towels down the stairs to the laundry room. He knows it, but I didn't have to remind him today. He picked up a towel, gave one to Abby and told her, "Come on, sweetheart!" Over and over they went back and forth between bathroom and staircase, throwing towel after towel down, having fun together. Abby didn't get stepped on once!
I barely breathed, afraid of disrupting the magic. This job always gets done, but it is normal for me to have to supervise closely, often correcting a bad attitude or two. Today, it just happened.
And now, it is 3:47pm and both children are still napping after being laid down at 1:00. I must be doing something right.
Ha. If only I could figure out how to TRAIN my kids to nap longer.