11, 9, 7, 4, 2 & 1. These are the ages of our children. Indeed there is chaos, sometimes, within our home. The dust is settling a bit from taking in our newest little one. Fostering children shakes up the flow of our home until a new rhythm is discovered that suits us and is maintained. I will be glad to find that new flow.
This weekend we changed up our kids’ rooming situations to make everyone more comfortable. Furniture has been moved, clothes are in the wrong rooms, toys are needing new homes, and in the meantime . . . we get to live in the mess. We knew this would be messy. Whew. Change has come.
Our baby girl grabbed my face as I leaned into her after changing her diaper this evening. She pressed her face into mine and wrapped her whole body around my top half. She puckered her lips and kept planting hard kisses on my lips. With the rest of that room in a mess behind my feet, I embraced the goodness of that moment. She needs me. She loves me. Who cares what the house looks like. Her smile was bright, full, happy and confident.
The rhythm to our days will come.