Yesterday afternoon there was a brief moment of chaos when the baby was crying, Joe was throwing a trantrum and Finley was whining for food all at once. I rocked in the rocking chair while tears streamed down my face and thoughts of inadequacy crept into my head. I can't do five!! I called Mike in the middle of it all for some reassurance that I can do this, then I wiped away my tears and forced myself to get out of the house. The older kids grabbed their bikes and I wrapped the baby on me and walked with Finley. Half way through our walk the golden Autumn light was irresistible. The sweet smelling, crisp breeze filled my nose and I took a deep breath to drink it all in. I looked over at Finley and admired the sun in his wispy, blonde locks. He giggled uncontrollably while he ran through the grass on his tip toes. I knew that it would all be okay. Tomorrow would be a new day. I promised myself to yell less and understand more. I called for more patience and kindness and the ability to see as my children see.
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