I can't tell you how many people have said to me recently, "Wow, you have your hands full." I usually respond, "Yes, I do." When I was flying with H and Bug a few months ago, I had at least 15 people say a version of "Your hands are full, and it looks like they are getting even more full," referring to my bulging belly. And all of the comments have actually come when my kids are being pretty well behaved.
Even today, we went for a walk around the block and a man was walking with his little boy. He looked at me, and my kiddos (H on his bike, Bug in the stroller and Baby Bro in the front carrier). Then he said the infamous, "Boy, you sure have your hands full." I said, "Yes, I do," in agreement with him.
But as I walked away, I paused, wondering what my kids think of my response. The statement in and of itself is not bad, my hands are full. It is the negative connotation with which it is usually said. Is my response showing my kids that I delight in them, or that they are a burden to me? Yes, having 3 kids feels busy and at times overwhelming. Yes, my 2 hands are full, and it would be helpful if I had 2 more. But, truth be told, I wouldn't have it any other way.
So maybe that is my new response, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
I was processing this with Mr. Steady this evening, and it was just convicting. I want to live my life in that same posture. On days when it does feel overwhelming having 3 little ones, I want to remind myself of the blessing that they are and that I really wouldn't want life any other way.