full head, full heart.
I wish I had a quarter for every
time my husband and I have been told we've got
our hands full. Our hands would surely be full...of
quarters and we'd be cashing all of that in on a
trip to Cancun right about now for a much-needed
getaway. Our hands are full
right now. But, ironically, our hands are
not full and couldn't possibly be when we're chasing 4 kids
in four different directions. I'd say my
hands are empty most of the time, except when
I'm picking up the loads of things - toys,
clothes, books - that are left in trails
all over the house. Yet, my hands are full
in many different ways.
My mind is full as well.
Kelli's going to have a busy year and until she
gets a car, I'll be her #1 means of
transportation. But the good news is, we're
moving in the right direction. She's
gotten her license and can now run herself (in
my precious Mom-Van) to and from places locally.
My mind is full of playing taxi and coordinating
extracurricular activities for the kids right now.
Between Kelli's chorus and Angus's karate, my
thoughts of my parents, my adult children, my job with Loren and caring for the
little ones, my mind is indeed full right now.
My heart is full, too. I
can't forget my heart. Kelli is turning
into a woman before my eyes and I can't do
anything to slow that process, try as I may.
Kevin is already there, grown up, independent,
self-sufficient. Kristi's got a family of
her own. Where'd my babies go? And
those four little ones are developing closer
bonds and better communication skills now with
one another and my heart melts like Belgian
chocolate when I see how tenderly they behave
toward one another. My heart is indeed
very full right now and threatens to explode now
and again from the intense love I feel.
I've heard triplet moms say that
"three is harder than two" - in all senses.
Quite true. But, in terms of age, it is
said that the terrible twos having nothing on
the tumultuous threes. I can't begin to
imagine. I'm working now, so I don't deal
with the all-day struggles that stay-at-home
moms face. However, it's not the quantity of hours
that make it a challenge to manage, but rather
the intensity of the particular moment.
I've found that I can summarize
life (as I know it) with triplet preschoolers by breaking the
day down into cycles of three separate phases.
The length between and duration of the each
phase can be minutes or seem endless. It
seems there is a mob-mentality with triplets.
The intensity of their group-think-approach can aptly be compared to a tidal wave, an
earthquake, a tornado, a nuclear assault - well,
you get the picture.
Phase 1: The calm
before the storm - That's when I say to
myself, "I think these guys are finally
calming down. Today seems to be going
very smoothly. Maybe we're moving into
a new, easier phase in their lives."
Phase 2: This is where
it all breaks down. All hell breaks
loose and a nightmare unfolds before my
eyes. Kids screaming, messes of water,
of clothes, broken toys, food, chaos.
I brace myself when the storm hits and I say
to myself, "Dear Lord, if you please let me
survive this storm, I promise..." At that
point, I'd promise anything. Time is
Phase 3: Ever watch
the aftermath of a hurricane or tornado -
the lost devastated look in the eyes of
those who survived as they take inventory of
their ravaged land? That's Phase 3.
At this point, they've gotten the blood-lust
out of their systems and are emotionally
spent and ready to sit quietly and watch TV
or calmly read a book. And, me? I'm cowering in
the back of my brain somewhere with my arms
tucked neatly around my knees, rocking in
the corner, babbling and drooling.
And quickly I forget...then the
phases begin again. Sometimes minutes
between the cycle, sometimes hours - but surely
they begin again. And I will have my hands
full and my head full before I can blink.
But, thankfully, it's my full heart that keeps
me going and enjoying this crazy life I have.
Ruca got a hold
of some markers.
Why I love
living in Florida.
Our little "turds."
Beginning of the
Middle of the walk.
Pretending to be dogs.
End of the walk.
They took of running.
Kelli, going to
work at the school.
Angus and Max
Looking at turtles.
Climbing the skin
Loren and the
Nadia and Ruca
Ruca found some
with some ducks.
Getting rid of
Max doing what
he does best.
On our way into
Playing a pinball
machine was a "gas."
what's for lunch.
Loren and Max
inside of a nose.
Nadia and Angus
learning about snot.