Very very temporary
It was as I stuffed toys onto the shelves in Aden's closet, cleaning up the house for the nth time that day, that it hit me hard.
It won't always be this way.
And my not-terribly-emotional self was engulfed in sadness. Time is going too fast for me. Some days, it's just too much.
My Trey, beginning second grade today (photos to follow). He still enjoys playing with me, and will even get in on some creative endeavors with his brother. He holds tight to toddlerhood, still refusing to go to bed like a normal person. He plans what he'll do as a grownup. He rejoices over his favorite foods and still gives me the occasional, "Hey Mama, watch this!"
He spent almost an hour cutting large holes into eighteen post-it notes, labeling them with numbers, and placing them at strategic locations around our house to create his own miniature golf course.
And though the everything-in-its-place part of me might feel a compulsive need to get these paper scraps off the floor, I can't bring myself to do it.
Because it won't always be like this.
My Aden. This boy who we predict will be so very tough and busy, maybe even hard to handle. My little blue-eyes, who has accepted our mandate that he can only suck his thumb in his bed. So he crawls into his bed several times throughout the day for a little comfort. His imagination runs wild, and his legs absolutely must move. Sitting still through a meal is nearly impossible.
His game of choice is called "Hot Chocolate House". We sit in the floor of his room with his toolbox and pretend to build, then clean up our tools, lay together in his bed, and talk.
There is no sense behind this at all, just his sweet little mind at work. And there are days when a game involving me laying down but having to stay awake is positively torture because I'm so tired. But we'll keep on playing.
Because it won't always be like this.
I grumble over the laundry, the crumbs and spills, the near-constant repitition of my name, the banging on the bathroom door while I do my business, and comfort myself in knowing it won't always be this way.
And then I realize what that means, and emerging from my grumbling stupor, tackle my fast-growing blondies into kissy snuggles.
Lord Jesus, how thankful I am that You have given me these days, because I know they won't last forever. Give me strength and patience to rejoice in every moment and to never allow my blessings to become burdens. May these precious boys see You in me.
Yes, we now have a second grader in the house. Still trying to figure out when that happened. Have a great school year, Trey!
Sweet Aden, you're next! Just three more weeks...
It won't always be this way.
And my not-terribly-emotional self was engulfed in sadness. Time is going too fast for me. Some days, it's just too much.
My Trey, beginning second grade today (photos to follow). He still enjoys playing with me, and will even get in on some creative endeavors with his brother. He holds tight to toddlerhood, still refusing to go to bed like a normal person. He plans what he'll do as a grownup. He rejoices over his favorite foods and still gives me the occasional, "Hey Mama, watch this!"
He spent almost an hour cutting large holes into eighteen post-it notes, labeling them with numbers, and placing them at strategic locations around our house to create his own miniature golf course.
And though the everything-in-its-place part of me might feel a compulsive need to get these paper scraps off the floor, I can't bring myself to do it.
Because it won't always be like this.
My Aden. This boy who we predict will be so very tough and busy, maybe even hard to handle. My little blue-eyes, who has accepted our mandate that he can only suck his thumb in his bed. So he crawls into his bed several times throughout the day for a little comfort. His imagination runs wild, and his legs absolutely must move. Sitting still through a meal is nearly impossible.
His game of choice is called "Hot Chocolate House". We sit in the floor of his room with his toolbox and pretend to build, then clean up our tools, lay together in his bed, and talk.
There is no sense behind this at all, just his sweet little mind at work. And there are days when a game involving me laying down but having to stay awake is positively torture because I'm so tired. But we'll keep on playing.
Because it won't always be like this.
I grumble over the laundry, the crumbs and spills, the near-constant repitition of my name, the banging on the bathroom door while I do my business, and comfort myself in knowing it won't always be this way.
And then I realize what that means, and emerging from my grumbling stupor, tackle my fast-growing blondies into kissy snuggles.
Lord Jesus, how thankful I am that You have given me these days, because I know they won't last forever. Give me strength and patience to rejoice in every moment and to never allow my blessings to become burdens. May these precious boys see You in me.
Yes, we now have a second grader in the house. Still trying to figure out when that happened. Have a great school year, Trey!
Sweet Aden, you're next! Just three more weeks...
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