Years ago, when my six children were all very young, somebody told me that we were in the Camelot Years. "Enjoy it," she said. I tried to remember that through all the all the adventures of eggs on the floor, lipstick on the bathroom mirror and lotion bottles flushed down the toilet. Because, at the same time, I gathered them around me and spent time with my wonderful children, even though sometimes I was so exhausted I couldn't see straight. We read, went for walks, visited the zoo and learned to wash dishes together.
Now they're starting to leave. They are starting their own adventures in life. It's so much fun to see them growing up and becoming wonderful people. And when they're here, they do the dishes. But I'm ever grateful that during the "Camelot Years" I did my best to enjoy it, even though I sometimes forgot for a few minutes.
If you have little ones, what do you do to get through the day and remember to be grateful?