I absolutely love being a mom. Little H3 is a very energetic child who is pretty much a hurricane of energy from the time she wakes up until the time she goes to bed at night. The noise level is equivalent as well. She has two volumes: loud and louder. Well, maybe three, if you count the sleeping volume. That volume isn't entirely silent either. She often sings in her sleep. I've found each stage of her three years to bring delights and challenges. So many moments I want to hang onto and never let go. And then there are other things that I can't wait for, like her being able to make her bed. Yes, I know a three year old is capable of at least pulling up the covers, but from ground level, H3 cannot reach her bed. It's a pretty high captains bed, with storage drawers underneath.
Something else I'm looking forward to is better focus on cleaning up toys! H3 is pretty good on a small scale when I ask her to pick up the toys in her room. Today was not such a day. The best way to put it, I suppose, is to say that it looked like her room barfed all over my house. How one little child can create such chaos in a matter of a couple hours, I'm not sure, but she certainly succeeded. It was far beyond her ability to clean quickly, so I wound up doing a good portion of it. Generally that's just something I just chalk up to being part of the territory of mom-hood, but once I have to start moving furniture to chase down the stray toys, I blame it purely on my mischievous munchkin!
Something I am proud of her for though, is her memory. I find a child's mind fascinating. She was taking a bath earlier and singing Romans 6:23 "For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord." Thanks to my college roommate Bethany and her gift of GT and the Halo Express last year, I often hear my daughter singing Bible verses throughout her day. Granted, she doesn't always get the references in at this age, but just the fact that she is already hiding God's word in her heart brings delight to this mom! Children's minds are like sponges. They soak up everything! Good and bad. I have another story about that too, a more embarrassing one.
My friend Robyn and I were in Williamsburg shopping one day. We stopped in a Victoria's Secret store to check out their semi-annual sale and H3 was with me. This was months ago. She pointed to an article of clothing and asked if it was underwear. I told her no, it was called a bra. My mistake. Since then, H3 has regularly pointed out bras, much to my dismay and despite my attempts to explain to her that it isn't really appropriate to discuss undergarments in public. The worst case was on Thursday, when we were sitting in the waiting room at the Sussex County Health Department. There were quite a few people in the room. Out of nowhere, H3 walked up to me, pointed to me, and said quite loudly, "Mommy has a bra!" I wanted to melt into the floor. Again with that whole child-has-a-mind-like-a-sponge thing!
On another happy note, it is once again a beautiful day in the 60s. H1 is working today for Surry Parks and Rec, helping them out with the multiple basketball games that are running today. H3 and I had a leisure morning, for once. We took a walk around the neighborhood early this morning, while it was still chilly, and came back inside for warm cocoa with multi-color marshmallows. Yum!
I have Monday and Tuesday off before returning to work on Wednesday. I'm looking forward to spending some quality time with H3, and seeing another friend with her daughter on Monday!