There have been some hard days recently at this house. Days that just sort of drag on from one time out to time out, one nursing to the next nursing. I love that I have written often about "loving" the stage Abigail is at because right now I am not loving all of the stage we are in. She is a wonderful little girl, please don't get me wrong, but the days are just a little harder. As fate would have it, Ethan has also reached, and seems to have plateaued, at a sage that is trying as well.
Yesterday Abigail and I spent a half hour coloring in a big box that is her new fort. The day before Ethan and I spent the hour and half of Abigail's nap cuddling and laughing together. As I tuck these kids in at night I pull those thoughts and memories close. Is it the stages that they are at that makes it so hard or is it the stage I am at? I often wonder that. I wonder all day where the blame is to these hard days and then I realize that they are what they are. These are the days I need to have a little more patience and a little more understanding. I need to love these kids harder even when the days seem long. Trust me when I tell you that I know the years will be short. I tell myself this everyday. I remind myself that I will want these days back, someday that is. Just wish it was a little bit easier.