Sometimes it's good advice, even great advice: like the elderly gentleman who told me about having your sick kiddos blow up balloons to help drain their ears.
Sometimes it's unnecessary advice: like the lady who screamed across Target to let me know my son was about to stick the closed bottle of hand sanitizer in his mouth. Um, he's almost 3, if it tastes bad, he'll take it out. And the lid is closed! If not, well, that makes up for putting his mouth on the cart ten minutes ago.
But the piece of advice I get the most often, and at least once every out-of-the-home experience is: don't blink. It goes by too fast.
I usually smile and nod. And pray that time goes by fast through this meltdown. Pray that time fast forwards to me not having to change fifteen diapers a day.
But in my heart, I believe them. I know my babies are growing up fast. I know that if I blink they'll all be in school and these moments will be gone. There are moments that are hard, but there are so many more moments that are too sweet.
Over my blogging break, I had to let go of my wonderful work-from-home job so I could spend the most time possible with my kids. This is my first week in a long time of no other obligations but them. I know they won't always want me around every single minute of the day, so for now, I will be.