I just read about a grandmother who was sitting at the window after a visit from her grandchildren, tracing the fingerprints left by them with her own finger, reminiscing about their visit and trying to determine which grandchild had left each of the prints.
I wondered if it is possible to capture the heart of a grandmother within the season of motherhood.
With a house full of chores to be done and the relentless responsibility of several young children, can I cherish them like a grandmother would and truly embrace this brief time, amidst the messiness, busyness, and noise?
I will try harder. I will leave the fingerprints as a start.