The Stuff Grace is Made Of

I took all four of our children to the library for story time yesterday morning. They have one at 9:30 and one at 10:30. I needed to feed Blaise about 9:30 so the timing worked perfectly for us to get to the later one.  

As it was all unfolding before me (the story, the songs, the musical instruments, the finger plays) and I realized how absolutely in heaven Silas was, I couldn't help but think that days like that happen around here by grace alone. 

We had never been to the toddler story time before. Honestly, I never wanted to attempt it. I had visions of craze and disaster and children running amuck. So how is it that now I have a 5 week old and decide it sounds like the perfect way to spend a Friday morning? Grace. 

Blaise was awake for the first half. I held him so he could watch all the children then snuggled him into the sleepy wrap when he started to doze. Simeon cried briefly when we started toward the room. I am sure he thought I was dropping him off. He sat in my lap with Blaise for the beginning then slowly got drawn in by the animated librarian. Silas wanted to sit up front but didn't want to go by himself so he grabbed Lieren's hand, pulling her to front and center. She was fully engrossed the entire time. Playing ring-around-the-rosie was a highlight for the 3 big kids, as was the shakers and a random song I had never heard during which they were given teddy bears to throw in the air and put on their heads. Interesting but cute, and delightful to a preschooler, I'm sure. 

When it was over we stayed to play in the children's area then picked out some books and videos to bring home. I was so thankful we went. Silas, Sim and Lieren talked about parts they liked on the way home and during lunch. Silas is already asking to go back. 

At the end of story time, a mom who I had never met asked if all four children were mine. She said she was sure the "little girl" was a neighbor. When I explained our kids and their ages she asked how I did it. 

It's grace, I said. 

I really don't want it to be about me. I don't do this the way I would naturally. I don't do it alone. I read a lot. I ask a lot. I watch those who parent well. I pray for patience. 

After lunch, Silas and I read library books while Sim and Lieren played and Blaise ate. At 1, I put Sim and Lieren down for naps. Blaise fell asleep soon after and he got swaddled into bed. Silas retired to his room for rest time at 1:30. Then the house was quiet. 

I am not naive enough to think every day will be like yesterday. But I hope I am wise enough to remember on the other days that Grace is still sufficient.