Monday, February 8, 2010

What My Children Are Capable Of...

Is frankly a lot more then I would ever think. Now this is more of a positive discovery versus a destructive discovery.
I spent the last 2 weeks learning to love my couch as my back decided that it wanted a vacation. A painful, non-productive (even laid-back vacations can be productive- in the relaxation department) vacation. It was awful and I would never wish my last 2 weeks on anyone.

But, back to the point. As I laid on the couch, contemplating how we were going to survive the day, I eventually had to start getting the kids to help. Caleb was able to get breakfast one morning, Aiden would get Enoch out of his bed for me, Kyrie was happy to help with anything and Enoch was just happy to snuggle. It was a lesson in misery, mingled with the discovery that my children really are more capable of helping out then I let them. So, is that a control thing on my part or a deep-seeded desire not only to take care of them, but perhaps, prolong the kid in them, needing my help? More then likely it is a mix of all of them. Oh well.

But now I'm back upright. Sitting. Standing. Working on getting back to sleeping. It's good to have goals. (And good friends who helped me out with carpooling, meals and just generally calling to make sure that I was still alive.)

PS Just got done Sense and Sensability and Sea Monsters... interesting read.


Megan Tatreau said...

Just stumbled across your blog, and it sounded familiar :) Hang in there!

I have a 3 1/2 year old - how old are your kids?

Kristen said...

I have a 6, 4, 3, and 18 month old. Thanks for the well-wishes.