Handprint

Sometimes you get discouraged
Because I am so small
And always leave my fingerprints
on furniture and walls

But everyday I'm growing
I'll be grown someday.
And all those tiny handprints
Will surely fade away.

So here's a little handprint
Just so you can recall
Exactly how my fingers looked
When I was very small.

It was a Sunday morning.  I was trying to get all the children dressed for church.  And, oh yeah, me too.  Mama can't go in her pajamas!

Seth has responsibilites on Sunday that takes him away early.
So that just leaves me to get us all to church.
I thought things were going pretty smoothly, it being my first time to get my new family of 4 ready and presentable for church.
That was until I found Landon with a bowl of oatmeal all over him and the table.
Big, big mess.
We had to walk out the door right then if we wanted to be on time.
I hurried and cleaned him up.  But left the mess in the kitchen.
We made it.
Church was great.
Very peaceful.
On the way home, I remembered the mess.
I started to wipe the table and then I saw this perfectly formed oatmeal handprint.
Tears came to my eyes.
These little hands make messes like I have never seen before.
I find myself saying, "he is a mess!"  "I don't know how to handle boys!"  "Boys are so different!" 
And, they are.
But on this day, this little handprint melted my heart.
And on this day I decided to enjoy the ride, and the messes, with these boys.