Well, it’s the 24th of December and I have a house full of babies—one 3 year old and three one-year olds. I get to experience Christmas morning once again through young children’s eyes. All the presents are bought and wrapped and tucked under the tree—protected by a white board wedged between a love seat and a sofa, as to protect the gifts from being opened.
When the triplets are awake, it’s only a matter of minutes before one is crying or screaming, a constant din of noise and activity. When they are napping or sleeping, “all is calm, all is bright.” My daughter Emily and son-in-law Adam do an AMAZING job managing them, keeping their wits and letting most things just slide. But it is apparent that they need help, and Ann and I are trying to do what we can; after all, that is why we they are here.
Having so much activity and stress in the home, it does bring out the best and worst in an adult trying to manage the chaos. The challenge is to be patient and loving—and to realize that nearly all of the drama is just that…and nothing to get worked up about. These kids are wonderful, each with their own personalities and temperaments, a testimony to the reality of a pre-earth existence and the concept of nature, in the nature vs. nurture debate. Emily and Adam treat the kids very equally, so what I am seeing is nature.
So it’s just about time to strap the four kids into the their car seats in our two cars and head south to San Pedro. The rehab where BJ lives is putting on a program and we want to provide him the chance to see family when the opportunity arises. It will be a memorable Christmas Eve. I am grateful to have family.
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It was certainly a Christmas to remember!
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