Doh! I've thought several times about posting yesterday's gratitude and I keep getting distracted. Right now I'm getting into The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt on my kindle so I don't want to take a long break.
Yesterday the mood at our house hit a low spot at about 5 pm. We were all tired and cranky and pissing each other off. The last straw was the big boys hitting each other with hockey sticks. They ended up having to sit at the kitchen table coloring and I said they were only allowed to speak if they were talking about how much they love their brothers. With the not-so-babyish baby on my hip, I prepared dinner in silence and sat down while it baked.
Pretty soon the middle brother joined us on the recliner and we were making animal noises and #3 was practicing words. Then they slid off my lap and started "surfing" in the living room, dancing around and acting silly. The one-year-old put on quite a show and I may have cracked my first smile of the day.
The oldest brother quietly and gently delivered a picture and envelope he'd made for me. In and of itself, that's not a huge deal, but he is of a choleric temperament and we butt heads almost constantly. The card was a picture of a sun because he's my son. Adorbs! I know it took a lot of courage for him to deliver that to me after we'd been so mad at each other.
There are a lot of bad days of parenting lots of little kids, but the moments like yesterday at 6:15 pm will be the ones that sustain me.