Today is one of those days where everything is actually going as planned. I got up on time, I did my workout and meanwhile have been able to keep smiles on the kids faces all day so far.
To me, a smiling kid is like a pat on the back from the boss, saying, "keep up the good work!" Those are the days when I will sit back with a cup of coffee warming my hands watching as colorful sparks of imagination propell each child into his own unique world of play. The channel changer, for instance, is a phone on which she is having an important conversation with a firm voice and sweeping hand guestures, while he races it along the floor going "v-room, v-room" and honks at annoying pedestrians. The same piece of plastic with two different narrators telling its story.
I do live in a crazy little world, but every now and then, like today, my world stops spinning so fast that I am able to catch my balance, and really take a look at what is going on around me. Mentally turning down the volume, I realize that all this noise is actually the soundtrack of little developmental miracles happening all around me. She is attempting to crawl, as she has become frustrated that her favorite toy is just out of reach; such a short time ago she didn't even realize the toy was there. He is sitting at his little red table scribbling with a crayon that he is repeatedly telling me is green, and he is right, it is green; not long ago his little hand was not steady enough to use a crayon much less know that it is green.
Every spit up stain on the couch, crayola mark on the wall and juice spot on the floor is an early footprint to a journey that they alone will travel; and believe it or not---one that has already begun. How lucky I am to be a part of their stories, in these first precious chapters of it that will unfold as time goes by. And as I live these days with them, these crazy, loud, mind numbingly wonderful days, a question comes to my mind: can someone please tell me which one of these kids is mine?
