I’ve been changing diapers for twenty-four years. My oldest son is twenty-four, and the youngest of my kids is two years old. That’s many years of tantrums and defiant “no’s,” of not getting enough sleep and picking up toys, lots of toys. That’s many years of feeling run down and tired. It’s enough to make me weary.
Yet there is a reason my husband and I decided to adopt three little ones because along with the hard stuff, there is joy, too. And that’s the important thing . . . to focus on the joy. And sometimes that means hunting it down.
Yes there are tantrums, but there are also tickles. There are smiles that (can) beat out the tears. And even on weary days it’s important to focus on the bright spots, and often this starts with my thoughts.
