My Hands Are Full. The Best Kind Of Full.

3 girls

These days whenever I go out with all three girls it seems to be nearly a foregone conclusion that someone will tell me

“It looks like you’ve got your hands full?!”

In the grocery store. While shopping at Target. During playtime at the park. And even when walking into our church each Sunday. I’m not over-exaggerating when I say that this phrase is uttered at least once a day to our little family.

Thankfully, I’m not one to take offense when someone says this to me. I know they have no ill intent. They are just stating a fact. We do have our hands full.

The best kind of full.

Our hands are full of little hands wanting to be held as we cross the street because they know they are safest when they are close to mommy and daddy.

Our hands are full of groceries waiting to be put into our fridge and for that our hearts (and tummies) are full and so grateful for our life of abundance.

Our hands are full of three little laps wanting to be read to and in doing so we show our girls that we value the art of literature and are lucky enough to have grown up in a country where reading is taught at an early age.

Our hands are full of Apple products because honestly, how would we get through the day without the genius work of Steve Jobs helping teach our littles their letters via the iPad or taking photos with our iPhones?

Our hands are full of a cup of coffee (and sometimes a glass of wine) as it really is one of the secrets to surviving these years with little ones under our wings.

Our hands are full of little hands joining us as we pray each night before bedtime.

Our hands are full of little piggy toes wanting to be painted the exact same color as mommy’s and I gladly meet their request because before I know it, they will be painting their own toes.

Our hands are full of “water wrinkles” (we say our hands look like prunes) because bath time serves two purposes when raising little ones – it is an opportunity to clean our little babes while also providing an hour of entertainment during some of the hardest minutes of the day.

Our hands are full of countless toys needing to be picked up after the kids have gone down for the night and rather than begrudge the task of putting them away, we choose to be thankful for all that we have.

And last (but certainly not least), our hands are full of these sweet precious gifts called children whom we have the opportunity and privilege of raising up to change the world.

It's true. Our hands (and hearts) are very full! The best kind of full.

Mom with 3 little girls