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The Usual Reactions: “You’ve Got Your Hands Full!”
When people hear I have three kids under three, their eyes often widen. I get the comments —
“You must be busy!” or “You’ve got your hands full!”
And yes, it’s true. My days are full. Full of motion, full of noise, full of snack cups and diaper changes and small shoes scattered like confetti across the floor. But also full of magic.
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The Hidden Magic in the Chaos
Because nestled in the beautiful chaos of raising three little ones so close in age is something sacred: the bond they’re building, right before my eyes.
It’s in the way the baby lights up when their older siblings enter the room.
It’s in the tiny hands reaching out to comfort each other, the giggles that ripple like dominoes, the quiet moments where one waits for the other to catch up.
It’s watching love grow without needing to be taught — only witnessed.
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Learning Through the Loud and the Messy
Of course, it’s not always gentle. Sometimes it’s loud.
Sometimes it’s tears over the same toy or frustration when their needs collide.
But even those moments are shaping them — teaching them patience, empathy, how to share a world with someone else.
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When It Feels Like Too Much
There are days when I’m stretched thin.
When three under three feels impossibly big.
When sleep is short and the to-do list is long.
But then one of them says something sweet.
Or the older two fall into a pile of laughter on the floor.
Or I catch a glimpse of their tiny hands all intertwined, and I remember:
This season, as intense as it is, is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of gift.
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The Gift of Being Their Witness
I get to witness the beginning of lifelong friendships.
I get to be the keeper of their memories, the storyteller of their early years, the soft place they all land.
And in that, there’s so much beauty.
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What I’ll Remember, and What I’ll Tell Them
They may not remember every moment from this time — but I will.
And I’ll remind them, as they grow, that they were each other’s first best friends.
That before the world asked anything of them, they had each other.
And they had me, loving every wild, beautiful second of it.