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.