Signs

I don't have to look far before I see signs that my life is blessed with kids. Sometimes the things I see send me into a frenzy and my blood pressure sky rockets, but often those same things can be gentle reminders that beautiful, smart, growing children live under my same roof and for the time being, are tucked right under my wing. Yes, these little chicklets of mine have trouble picking up after themselves, and yes, they fight and argue over silly things, but those same things are teaching them lessons about themselves and about getting along with other people. The things those little hands and feet are doing under my roof are preparing them for big and great things to come.

That's not to say that their preparation doesn't come with chaos and havoc sometimes, but today I'm okay with all of that and I'm considering how blessed I am when I see the signs.