Out All Over
. . . Now is the time to pour grace out over my children, my husband, and myself.
Ihave spent nearly half of my life as the mother of a preschooler. I didn’t set out to do that, but as with so many areas of life, the path changes
and morphs and improves and surprises
us at every turn. While I love and adore
my;little;ones;(of;course!),;I;find;the;pre-school years to be exhausting and irritating, too, and yet here I am twenty years
later, still raising and loving on and being
exasperated daily by the preschoolers in
Having preschoolers in the home
means we moms have the makings of a
perfect storm. The combination of un-
predictable behavior on their part, an in-
ability to do most things for themselves,
and our own lack of sleep and suitable
mental stimulation are a recipe for the
most simple of tasks to become the very
things that leave us a sobbing mess on the
shoulder of one unsuspecting husband at
the end of the day. Ask me how I know.
Those are the graces, the gifts.