My children were convinced that I did not have a sense of fun or humor when they were growing up. I must admit that I took my job of mother a little too seriously. This is not to say that I anxiously hovered about them fraught with worry. No. It was more like I did not know how to relax, nor enjoy the goofy and precious moments of childhood silliness.

In reflecting on this more, it seemed I always had the next thing on my mind, rather than living in the present moment. It is said that God can be best found in the present moments of our day. That is why they call it, “the present.”

I know I did not scar them too badly, because they all have a wicked sense of humor. Thank goodness God put their father into their lives. Now that man knows how to laugh.

My perspective of grandmother, includes the view of life experience, a deeper understanding of priority, and the ability to see more clearly the little missed moments that are so hard to notice when you are knee deep in laundry, diapers, and dishes. As a young wife and mom, I always felt like a juggler with twenty balls in the air. If I were not seriously focused, the whole thing could come crashing down.

I have great news; however. The balls are rubber and they bounce. That is so important to keep at the fore.

If we strive to do our best each day, the unexpected curve balls won’t completely overwhelm us. Learning when to swing or step out of the way, is the key. Our little humans are under construction. This whole life thing is new to them. Parenting each child is almost like starting over with each unique personality. We need to give our self, and them, a little slack now and then. Sit down and play tea party, do a puzzle, or build Legos. Believe me the dust bunnies will always be there, and I’m pretty sure the dirty clothes reproduce in the laundry basket.

“The secret of happiness is to live moment by moment and to thank God for all that He, in His goodness, sends to us day after day.”  St. Gianna Molla

Some my fondest memories caused me strife at the time. Andrew covering himself and Rebecca with toothpaste and coming out with a broom between their legs, announcing, “we’re witches,” is a priceless memory that makes me smile.

Write down some of the sweet child-like things they do. Take photos, that will be worth a lifetime of smiles. Learn to take a breath, step back, and see the world through their simple, curious view. The wonder of a child is short lived, and cynicism quickly steps in. Enjoy these years while you can. Learn to see the world through their innocent eyes, and surprise them by doing goofy things now and then. It keeps things fun.