Must remember
Precious, precious moments we're living right now. In six short months, both of my children will be in school. Excuse me while I go dream about how I'll spend my free time. And then excuse me while I go cry my eyeballs dry.
How, how does one walk through this? Motherhood is such a paradox, the most beautiful, dirty, heart-wrenching, relentless, soul-filling, joyous, utterly humbling journey that life can offer. Rarely does a day go by without me laughing, crying, doubling over in pain, yelling, correcting, tickling, demonstrating, and arrow-praying, all in front of these little humans who just need me desperately.
Here are but a few things from the last few weeks that I absolutely cannot allow to be forgotten, because time is only seeming to go faster with each breath.
Aden at an away game. Trey made us sit on the front row, right next to the Eagles' bench, and it didn't take long for Aden to seize upon the unusual amount of space he had to, um, be himself. Every time the action took the teams to the other end of the court, he headed out toward the baseline to wildly pantomime his own game. The mold was shattered when God created this boy.
Trey recently had to build a habitat for school, and he chose the ocean. Oh, what a great job he did. Put a gradient on the water, so it would be darker at the bottom. Seafloor made of real seashells, a coral reef made of sponges, seaweed made of a green pipe cleaner, and hand-colored fish. Love it!
No photo, but to brag on what a cool Mama I am (sense the sarcasm), I am the go-to helper when these boys get stuck somewhere in Super Mario Bros. Cause I'm pretty decent at it. All that mid-90s time spent on the NES is paying off, y'all! For the record, I do not like the ghost houses.
Anyway.
We relish being able to go to Brandon's team's basketball games. We have gotten to know the players a little bit, mostly through Brandon, and this is by far the best group of guys he's ever had. At least in my opinion. I'm kind of begging Brandon to find a way to fail the many seniors so they can come back next year. Trey and Aden were in seventh heaven the other night when they got to spend a little downtime with the team. It was precious.
Then there's this, a sweet gift over the last two and a half years that I am trying hard to soak in while it lasts. As we wait in the pick-up line at Trey's school, Aden crawls into the front seat with me and we just hang together. Twenty minutes, twice a week, just us with no distractions. We sing "10,000 Reasons", Aden rolls down the window and pretends to order food at a drive-thru, I hold his feet while he tries to stretch from the front seat to the back, and he asks what each button on the console does. Every time. And every time, I remember that next year I'll be alone in the pick-up line. So then I kiss his chubby little cheeks and call him my baby.
There's nothing like being a Mama.
How, how does one walk through this? Motherhood is such a paradox, the most beautiful, dirty, heart-wrenching, relentless, soul-filling, joyous, utterly humbling journey that life can offer. Rarely does a day go by without me laughing, crying, doubling over in pain, yelling, correcting, tickling, demonstrating, and arrow-praying, all in front of these little humans who just need me desperately.
Here are but a few things from the last few weeks that I absolutely cannot allow to be forgotten, because time is only seeming to go faster with each breath.
Aden at an away game. Trey made us sit on the front row, right next to the Eagles' bench, and it didn't take long for Aden to seize upon the unusual amount of space he had to, um, be himself. Every time the action took the teams to the other end of the court, he headed out toward the baseline to wildly pantomime his own game. The mold was shattered when God created this boy.
Trey recently had to build a habitat for school, and he chose the ocean. Oh, what a great job he did. Put a gradient on the water, so it would be darker at the bottom. Seafloor made of real seashells, a coral reef made of sponges, seaweed made of a green pipe cleaner, and hand-colored fish. Love it!
No photo, but to brag on what a cool Mama I am (sense the sarcasm), I am the go-to helper when these boys get stuck somewhere in Super Mario Bros. Cause I'm pretty decent at it. All that mid-90s time spent on the NES is paying off, y'all! For the record, I do not like the ghost houses.
Anyway.
We relish being able to go to Brandon's team's basketball games. We have gotten to know the players a little bit, mostly through Brandon, and this is by far the best group of guys he's ever had. At least in my opinion. I'm kind of begging Brandon to find a way to fail the many seniors so they can come back next year. Trey and Aden were in seventh heaven the other night when they got to spend a little downtime with the team. It was precious.
Then there's this, a sweet gift over the last two and a half years that I am trying hard to soak in while it lasts. As we wait in the pick-up line at Trey's school, Aden crawls into the front seat with me and we just hang together. Twenty minutes, twice a week, just us with no distractions. We sing "10,000 Reasons", Aden rolls down the window and pretends to order food at a drive-thru, I hold his feet while he tries to stretch from the front seat to the back, and he asks what each button on the console does. Every time. And every time, I remember that next year I'll be alone in the pick-up line. So then I kiss his chubby little cheeks and call him my baby.
There's nothing like being a Mama.
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