The last 2 weeks have been topsy turvy with random minor illnesses in each of the children. They have each missed a day of preschool a piece, on separate days of course, with different complaints. As a result, I have had to shift my plans in order to accommodate the company of a little buddy. Rather than resent it, I have relished it.
The result has been an invaluable lesson in the importance of one-on-one time with my children. I have always recognized it as a priority. I try to take each child out with me for a couple of hours of errands once a week while the other two stay behind with a sitter. This is special time, but we are in the car and dashing from place to place. My "dates" in the last couple of weeks have been different.
Tuesday P and I played quietly with intricate little beads, we read books and we cuddled. Thursday R loved a half hour of uninterrupted time playing in the kitchen sink, telling me big stories and helping with projects around the house. Today K and I made chocolate covered pretzels and marshmallows and went shopping for gifts for our shoeboxes.
Each of them blossomed before my very eyes. We have giggled and talked. I have fallen more in love with the people they are becoming. I saw glimpses of who they are when they are purely, simply themselves rather than playing their role in our family dynamic. There are so many gifts that come from being a team, but I admit I mourn that they never got to each be the baby.
Lord, may I never forget that although they are parts of a body, a member of a set--they are also so clearly individuals who were fearfully and wonderfully made, uniquely for a purpose that only they can fulfill in this world. Give us more of these moments together. Help me emphasize to each of them how wonderfully special they are as a single, not just as a triple.