My sister and her husband are visiting with their three children. They are ages one, three and five. My sister is a busy woman. My kids are older now at twelve and fourteen, so when my sister visits, it’s a bit of a shock to the system. But, it’s a good shock.
I always see God in the faces of children. They always do and say things that make me chuckle if not laugh out loud. I always learn something from them. My three-year-old nephew, called me last week to tell me he wanted to play with my Buzz Lightyear rocket as soon as he arrives from New Jersey.
He also called my mother to tell her that he wanted to play with her pool rockets (which are really water torpedos), but he requested that she bring those up to Aunt Wendy’s house. Since they are pool toys, I have no earthly idea what he will do with them, but Mom complied.
My other nephew, the five-year-old, told me in July that he wanted a Lego toy for Christmas. He told me to write it down so I wouldn’t forget it. From the mouths of babes!
Three young children can be quite disruptive, but they can also be a wonderful blessing. They will move all kinds of knickknacks that I have sitting around and I will find them placed safely somewhere unexpected weeks after they are gone. I will find tiny super heroes under my couch in January and sometimes into February.
I always smile when that happens. They come in like little Tasmanian Devils and they leave their mark on my heart. I am thrilled that I get to spend Christmas with these little ones. I am thrilled that my children and I get to be part of their Christmas memories.
I hope that they will tell fun-filled stories of being at my house for Christmas to their kids someday. They are blessed to have both of my parents here to spend Christmas with and we are all blessed to be together for one more year.
My brother joins us with his dog and there’s always a picture of the entire crew, which of course, takes like fifty takes. It’s colorful chaos for a while, but it’s good chaos.
Sometimes chaos makes the best memories and when everything gets really loud or too out of hand, I say a little prayer to remind myself that family is a special gift, a true blessing.
In my quest to appreciate the journey, I’m trying to remember that occasional chaos is good for the soul and a perfectly orderly house is for magazines. Maybe you agree? Feel free to share.
Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂