I turn down the music.
Because the voices I hear bellowing through my window – is all the music I need right now.
Two voices – two little blonde heads – two laughs in unison. It’s medicine.
The sounds of young hearts content in exploration and the splashing of water and the dance of their conversation – all mingling with cricket chirps and trees blowing. It’s music.
And us Mama’s are wise to not forget it. Wise to take note….of the notes playing right before us, of the rhythms that are bouncing off our very own walls, of the pitches of childhood glee.
Because pitter-pattering feet….make melodies if we let them.
The squeals and the loud laughter and the excited gasps that come from our own – these are the gifts that fill our days.
The yells, and the whines, and the shrills of toddler anger – these – these are presents, too. Presents – because they mean that we’re alive. Presents…because they do tend to unwrap us a tad.
The music that comes from little ones – is ointment. But we must apply it. It’s meant to be rubbed in. We must do this day after day after day – and after a while we look back and we see sheets of songs lining the years and we see how we’ve grown and how we’ve changed and how we’ve been healed – all from the gift of tiny mouths making joyful noises in the midst of the mundane…in the midst of motherhood.
So let’s tune in. He knows we will find healing and strength and laughter and thanksgiving and peace, in the lullaby’s that come from our little, lovely blessings.
Good Morning Dear Granddaughter,
This may be your best yet. I can actually "hear" the music all the way to this little Texas town.
In my opion, the greatest achievment for a Mom and Dad, is to be able to look back and know you have done your very best with the ones our Lord "loaned to you for your care
Much love,
MawMaw