Lately it seems to be on a mission to Mars, traveling at some record pace that is faster than the speed of light. Sebbie's going into 4th grade? Ethan's starting kindergarten? Clemmie just turned 1-year-old????????????????????????????????????????????????????
As a kid, time never went this fast, with the school year stretching on to what seemed like 3 millennia 'til summer. Of course, back then things were different. I didn't have all the to-do's of everyday like I have now. Grocery shopping, bathtimes, school shopping, drycleaning, library runs, dinner, school projects, football practice, kids to love. Kids to love. Kids to love.
Okay, I just figured it out. I think the children are speeding up time. Through no fault of their own, bless their unknowing hearts. They simply showed up, got me as a mother (lucky, lucky children ;-) and now there is this insane motherly love and because of that, time is flying by as if to shove the middle finger in my face and say, ha ha---you only get to enjoy this for this long! Soon enough, your little babies will be gone, and you will miss them terribly every single day of their absence! Suck it! I'm in charge--and you can't do anything about it!!!!
I guess that's true. I suppose one day they will be out of this house and living in their own. Time will eventually take away these days of lunch-packing, bedtime stories, and baseball games. Can't argue with that. Unfortunately I have zero control with how quickly all of this is going to happen. But there seems to be a bit of light at the end of this tunnel...
I can enjoy the time that I have. Like, all of it. Even the times I hear, Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom real bad! after I just loaded all the goods in the car and buckled up the baby--or the backseat squabble between the kids that is so ridiculous I just wanna pull the car over and tell them to get out--or maybe the one time I don't have an extra set of clothing and perfect baby poops out all the food she's eaten in the past 3 days out her diaper and onto herself, me, and anything else she happens to be touching.
Yes, sometimes life happens. Sometimes it's unfair. It's definitely not perfect, and I'm not striving for that. I just want more time, and since that's not up for sale these days, I'm counting on appreciation. Appreciating everyday, every moment. Even if I have to constantly remind myself to. Practice makes perfect!
So in honor of this position I am acquiring, this is what Tuesday has in store for me:
Drawing with Ethan
putting Clemmie down for her nap
sitting on the porch reading new library books with Ethan
pb&j lunch
laundry
and
of course,
loving all of
it!
1 comment:
I know exactly what you mean. Garrison will be 7 this summer! That's not a baby number!
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