Babysitting in the mornings is teaching me so much and I'm finding so much joy in those lessons. Watching over little ones is a constant reminder that you have to take the bad with the good. For every temper tantrum there is hand holding and for every time-out there is a tea party. The most joyful experiences come in the littlest of happenings. When Sophia lost two teeth in one week, you'd thought she won the lottery and the dancing and cheering that ensued after each falling tooth would have made even the cloudiest day bright. The same celebration occurs when we have an extra 15 minutes in the morning to watch Mickey Mouse. The number of "loves" I get in the morning reminds me that I should give others more words of affirmation. "I love your shoe. I love how you make my PB&J. I love when you braid my hair. I love your name!" And when we clean out those backpacks and I receive a construction paper card with my name "liNzEE" written on it, I'm reminded what pure joy can be experienced from the smallest of thoughtful actions.
I've also learned that Nutella stains white tops, the question "why" can be the hardest to answer, counting to three can be insanely affective and on the few occasions where my frustration can lead to laughing or crying, I cry. (but that's only happened once).
(And when I come home to tell Boyfriend about my breakdown, he sings the babysitting blues song and I end up laughing hysterically!)
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