Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can’t loose

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Why yes stranger, these hands you see before you are considerably full. How ingenious of you to notice.

They’ve cradled three newborns to sleep and securely held them hungry and growing to the breast. They’ve participated in hours upon hours of hand over hand therapy. They’ve decorated for various birthday themes, picked out Halloween costumes, and signed Santa’s name. They’ve held scared, crying children in a tight embrace. They’ve wiped up blood, have pulled splinters from flesh, and have assessed whether or not stitches were necessary. They’ve frosted countless allergy friendly cupcakes, prepared gourmet style dinners, and hot dogs.  They’ve brushed dozens of teeth, having given haircuts, and grew wrinkled in the bath. They’ve cleaned unending piles of dirty laundry and have pick out school uniforms five days a week times two. They’ve signed permission slips, checked homework, demonstrated basic counting. They’ve wiped more dirty butts than I would care to count. They’ve helped three rambunctious children safely walk from point A to point B, and then they pushed, caught, threw, chased. They’ve shaken hands, patted backs, and have given squeezes that may have been too squeezie.

These hands have done all of this and more. These hands are an essential part of our day to day lives and yes with three young children, close in age and all male they are indeed “full.” They have no shortage of things to do, hold, pull, push, wipe, sort…

What they don’t care for is when you slowly pull your car up next to us, roll down your window, and comment on how full they are. They know.  It’s obvious. They know better than anyone, even you.

What you’re missing when you focus on my hands are my clear eyes and my full heart, which according to Coach Taylor, they can’t loose.

When you comment on the chaos, the struggle, the constant internal and external battle that may or may not be parenting whether or not it is even taking place at the time you feel compelled to speak, what you’re completely loosing sight of is the overwhelming love. The love that lies within the eyes and hearts of the parent who continues, to wake up, get out of bed, and find the strength to face day in and day out with their hands full.

And we all know, all you need is love!

About The Author

I am a food allergy mama of 4 boys, a former fashion designer, and a master of the five point palm exploding heart technique, keeping it Fantastico.

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