"We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out." -Writer Ray Bradbury
Recently I was fed up with sippy cups. They leak, their stoppers fall down the disposal. They disappear under furniture for a few days and emerge when whatever's inside turns good and chunky. The latter happened again. I began wishing all my kids were coordinated enough not to need one.
The same day, my youngest, grinning ear to ear, decided to don my bra on his head. Another son decided his big brother's athletic cup was better suited as a mask. And my oldest, yes, the oldest, drank from an overly full cup so quickly that the ice started up his nose, and he laughed so hard he sprayed everyone at the table. Hysterics ensued.
If I could have traded every spill of my mothering years for the laughter in my house that day, I wouldn't have. How dare I want that comedic trio to grow up any faster than they already are.
My cup -- all our cups -- runneth over.
-Adapted from MomSense, March/April 2010, written by Susan Besze Wallace
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