Yes my hands are full!

Without getting into all the reasons why I hate it when strangers exclaim "Wow, you've got your hands full!" (Seriously, I have three kids people.  Three.  That's only two more than one and last I checked didn't qualify me for any kind of supermom awards or reality tv show deals.  Not to mention the fact that my hands are literally empty almost every time they say this.)  

But, yes often my hands are full...with a load of laundry, a dirty diaper, a child's toothbrush, a cup of coffee ;)  These are the mundane tasks of motherhood.  The endless daily chores that I wake up to every morning again and again.  Maybe that's what people imagine when they think of life with three kids.  

Or maybe they imagine what the noise level must be like at my house.  I can guarantee, whatever you think it is...it's louder than that. :)  They probably see that I have three boys and wonder about the sheer energy these little people possess and how do I keep up with them?  I don't!  It's like I have three real, live bouncy balls.  You know how you let a bouncy ball loose and it goes bezerk.  That happens. With my children. In my galley kitchen. While I'm making dinner.  Ok, I admit random man in Walmart, life with three kids can get a little crazy.  And I'll smile and nod when you say my hands are full.  Because they are.

My hands get to feel the weight of a baby in them each day.  I tickle tiny toes and twirl wispy blonde hair around my fingers while I nurse my sweet babe to sleep.  I clap my hands for him as he takes his first wobbly steps.  Because even though I'm not ready for it, he's so dang pleased with himself I can't help but share in his glee.  My hands high five my toddler when he finally counts 1,2,3,4,5 instead of 1,2,3,9.  I sit down with him and hold a car in my hand and together we drive them around the carpet.  And the way his face lights up because I am here with him make me think there is little that's better than holding a car in my hand.  At bedtime my big has a hard time settling down and he asks for me.  My hands rub his back while I sing to him.  He is still comforted by my touch.  He still needs me.  So, I'll agree with you.  Because you're saying hands but I know it's really my heart you must be talking about.  That, my friend, is full!