About El Momma

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

HAPPY THIRD BIRTHDAY, BABY!

Happy Birthday, Trinity!
I know I've said it many times before, but time really does fly.

Today, our baby girl, our one girl in the midst of 3 boys turns three! She is amazing. I know, I'm her momma and I am supposed to think that. But, it's true. She is.

From the moment she entered this world, she has been lighting it up, bright! Oh so, bright. She shines. She really does.

I'm thankful for her. I'm thankful for the way she wakes when hearing just the slightest little sound. For the fact that I can convince her to do almost anything if I'll promise to paint her nails, pink and purple, of course. For her smile. For her love of life and the way she connects with people her age and mine. For the conversations she starts and finishes. For the questions she asks. For her amazing mind. Her understanding of relationships and caring about how we are all connected. I am thankful for my daughter, my sweet little girl. My Trinity. Happy birthday, Baby Girl!


The birth of Trinity was one of the most profound and amazing experiences of my entire life. To read about my birth experience with Trinity, click here:
The Birth story of Trinity

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Little Fingerprints on the Door


fingerprints on the door....prior to cleaning :-)
As I made my way up the stairs and into the hallway, I noticed them. They were on the door at three distinct levels. One set representing the oldest el, a first grader. Most likely, his are from the dirt outside, last night's dinner or a special dessert. Then, there are the middle set, belonging to our second oldest el. His are probably from tooth paste, which he wastes as he tries to apply some to everybody's brush. And, from peanut butter on his favorite lunch sandwich. And, then there are the ones belonging to tiny t. Hers are probably a mixture of food, markers, paint and anything she can get her little hands on. As I look at them, I contemplate whether or not to wipe them away.

As I head back downstairs to grab my magic eraser, wet it, and head back upstairs, I'm still trying to decide if it's okay to leave them there. They definitely make the door look dirty. It is the door to the boys' room that they share along with Baby L. But, I don't want to forget what those little fingerprints represent. I know there will come a day when I will wipe the  last little fingerprint off of the door and they will be too big to return. I want to appreciate the fingerprints, the children that leave their mark everywhere in our house and the season of life we are in. I know I'm going to miss this.

I decided to clean the door. It only took a few seconds to wipe away the fingerprints. I know they will be back soon, this time.