Blink and then everything is new...

You start your Monday and think "If I can just get out all of my swap mail, this is going to be a good day." You have been asked by a dear blog friend "Do you really do all of those swaps on the side bar?" You momentarily agree that you are crazy but them remember that sometimes the swaps are the only creative work you get to during the week. They are a thread to sanity in these winter months, sometimes a bit overwhelming but a strong lifeline to other people and things that are good.
By Tuesday, you have spent the morning reacquainting yourself with your middle boy. He is surprisingly quiet and content to just snuggle still, when his brother is away at school. It is good to remember this and appreciate his car dancing on the way to pick-up in the afternoon. There is an inner rhythm to this one, an intensity to focus. To focus towards what I don't know yet, but I have hope that I will be able to help him find it. I blink and he is off running to greet his brother.
And this boy... I found this site and this one, and it was time for him to start his scarf. I have been trying to get him to knit a project at home for many months, not pushing so much as hoping. He has been sitting, knitting, and listening for the past few days. Working away, such a happy surprise for his Momma. He also declared this week that "We need some books about Mr. Putter and his cat." Apparently he has been reading these at school. We got some from the library and yesterday he read a whole one to me and then another to his Grandma. He did so well. I am so pleased that we are on this new trip together, I guess I wasn't aware that we so far down the path yet.
And this one.... I can only say that Miss Mango is living large around our house. There has been scooting off of blankets, looking at objects and then shoving them in to our little mouths, loudly telling Momma about how nursing is going to go (Or not?!!). She is rolling this way and that. So much that we have moved her to her crib... I have been enjoying when she grabs my face and plants a gooey mouth on my cheek. Or when she wakes from her nap and is a fixture on my hip, not self but still wanting to be. I love that a lot.

All of my little ones are becoming not so little ones...

They still need me, but I am needing to figure out my changing role with each one of them. Still the Momma, but now needing to give them each a bit more space. A bit more space, but not too much, to let them grow in to their next phase, to grow in to my next phase. Sometimes I feel like so much has changed and I have only had time to blink.

JMB