Friday, May 9, 2008

Full Hands. Full Heart.

Since I have started going to the zoo and museum strangers ask me all the time how old my kids are.  Then they inevitably tell me that I have my "hands full."  Yesterday, I thought to comment, "I know, but I chose this."  And while I  was laying in bed last night (see "fire drill")  I thought that my hands may be full, but I don't see it that way.  My hands were so "empty" for so long that having them "full" is what I want. I am so grateful for the "full"ness of my hands that I don't feel the burden that others make it out to be.  So I have my hands full, but my heart is full and that makes it all worth it.

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