it is funny how having a child both complicates and simplifies your life. the complications are easy enough to identify: it now takes at least 25 minutes to get out of the house when it used to take 4, the number of toys is our house has increased at least 30 fold, and the cleaning protocol on certain levels has tightened significantly. the simplifications, on the other hand, are sometimes tougher to recognize.
i have noticed lately, however, that my prayers have become much more basic. yesterday my main concern was simple enough: lord, help my son poop...please. he hadn't gone in a few days, and it was starting to make him a little grouchy, which constipation has the tendency to do, especially when your feces resembles fist-sized, mostly dry, lumps of clay. fortunately my request was granted affirmatively and often in the past day or so, and things are pretty much back to normal.
tonight at bath time he kicked his legs enthusiastically as he laid back in his plastic tub, splashing water and noise all over the place. i've often had to remind myself lately that i am not in a hurry, and that i can take the time to enjoy little moments. other times i must remind myself to be on high alert, like when i am sitting behind him on the 8th stair, making sure he does not tip over backwards and tumble down the previous 7. either way he is an absolute joy.
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