Counting the Hours

A post I read this morning, “Counting the Hours” from really blessed me, and I thought I’d share it with you.  I’m so thankful to have really good sleeper this time around (Praise the Lord!) so I don’t feel quite as stressed as I might by three young children.  Still, I do sometimes get caught in the trap of “counting the hours”: of sleep, of laundry, of refilling sippy cups… you get the picture.  Then I remember a moment from years ago, when I (still single) was chatting with a friend (married with a baby and a toddler) as she folded her laundry.  Oh, those precious tiny little socks!  Those miniature jeans!  For her, they were probably just every day items representing the hours of work she put in as a mom, but to me they were symbols representing dreams I was longing to see fulfilled in my own life.  I think of that moment often as I find myself tackling mounds of laundry.  I try to be thankful for each filthy little sock from my boys, for those precious onesies stained with spit-up after being worn by three babies, even for the countless prefold diapers that are fraying and starting to fall apart after so many washings over the last four years.  How I love my life!  How thankful I am to be a mom, to be able to stay home with my children, and to spend my time caring for them and my husband! And so instead of counting the hours, I hope I’ll remember to devote my mental energy to counting my blessings.



Posted on March 12, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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