Growing up an avid reader and book lover, especially of historical literature, there is a phrase I would often read that signified the longing of a character in the story “to hear the pitter patter of little feet”.
It may have been an impatient parent longing to become a grandparent, or another character wishing to be a parent themselves, but it was always a phrase that seemed to be uttered almost reverently. Even in “real life” I’d hear many adults use the phrase almost humorously. My greatest desire was to grow up and become a mommy myself, so when I read (or heard) that phrase I would imagine the sound of a small child shuffling down the hallway in their sleeper first thing in the morning.
I did discover that when my first child was very young (and my second), this was probably not that far from what I heard each morning and throughout the day. But as you have more children and as they get older, the pitter patter can sound a little more like thunder.
I relish, long for and crave quiet, so as you can imagine, I’m often asking the Lord why in the world He, in His infinite wisdom, decided that I should be blessed with 6 boys! Boys are loud, they are thunderous and they don’t love to sit still. I was COMPLETELY the opposite as a child! So, even though I still LOVE peace and quiet, I’ve adjusted and thank the Lord everyday for the patience he shows me and pray I may extend even a portion of that toward my own sons.
There are many things I have discovered in the pursuit of finding the Pitter Patter of Little Feet: I am blessed (Psalm 128:2), I am an example (Proverbs 22:6), I must trust God for help (Proverbs 3:5-6)!
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