Last night as I checked on the kids before I went to bed (do all you other mama's do that too?) I stood over Asher's bed in amazement at how big and growny he is...there is nothing baby about him anymore. He is 100% pure little boy.
I walked across the hall to Maryclaire's room, somewhat in a state of disbelief that my baby boy could be so big, and gazed at her sweet little self...thinking how she's almost doubled in size since she was born almost 8 month ago. And thinking how I will soon be thinking the same thoughts about her as I have about Asher.
It feels like someone is holding down the fast forward button.
Tonight, we went to Asher's pre-school open house. He starts 4-k next week...and once again time is slapping me in the face. It really doesn't seem possible that he was born 4 years ago, that we have already been back in Atl. for 2 years, that Maryclaire will be 1 in just a few short months. Where does the time go? Am I making the best of it?
I think of all the sacrifices we make so that I can stay home with these precious children and I don't have a single regret. Not one. Nada. Zilch. Zero. I don't care that we don't get to eat out often, that I don't wear the trendiest clothes, that we don't have a lot of frills and extras, or that I drive an old car that's too small for us. I don't regret all the stuff we do without or the stress of just trying to pay our bills each month because I am privileged to spend everyday meeting the needs of two of God's precious children.
As I think and type, I am reminded that I cannot consider any part of my life in terms of "doing without" when I am so clearly blessed beyond measure.
Psalm 23:6
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.
I walked across the hall to Maryclaire's room, somewhat in a state of disbelief that my baby boy could be so big, and gazed at her sweet little self...thinking how she's almost doubled in size since she was born almost 8 month ago. And thinking how I will soon be thinking the same thoughts about her as I have about Asher.
It feels like someone is holding down the fast forward button.
Tonight, we went to Asher's pre-school open house. He starts 4-k next week...and once again time is slapping me in the face. It really doesn't seem possible that he was born 4 years ago, that we have already been back in Atl. for 2 years, that Maryclaire will be 1 in just a few short months. Where does the time go? Am I making the best of it?
I think of all the sacrifices we make so that I can stay home with these precious children and I don't have a single regret. Not one. Nada. Zilch. Zero. I don't care that we don't get to eat out often, that I don't wear the trendiest clothes, that we don't have a lot of frills and extras, or that I drive an old car that's too small for us. I don't regret all the stuff we do without or the stress of just trying to pay our bills each month because I am privileged to spend everyday meeting the needs of two of God's precious children.
As I think and type, I am reminded that I cannot consider any part of my life in terms of "doing without" when I am so clearly blessed beyond measure.
Psalm 23:6
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.
Amen to all of it...and beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteDidn't think there were days when I'd make it when my children were very small, but now I don't know where those days went. Mine are starting 5th, 3rd and 1st grade. I am in complete disbelief.
My advice...take pictures of everything so you can in one small way stop time.
Been a while since I've been by here. Your little ones are getting even cuter. :)
And yes...I check on my kids every night before I crawl into bed. Pull their sheets back up...fix their twisted arms...Lol.
Sophisticated Steps
So sweet. I feel the same way, but am not as eloquent with words. ha!
ReplyDeleteWell spoken, and when the years pass, and your little ones are all grown up with little one of their own, you look back and treasure all that you have and know that $$ cannot buy this gift.
ReplyDeleteLove you bunches. Mom.