I was a baby nut from the get go...so I'm told. I remember coming home from school and waking up my baby brother, just so I could play with him. I was 8. He was cute. I just couldn't get enough!
I look at my life now and I smile. This is pretty much what I had dreamed of (except for, you know, maybe not the whole "never ending bathroom project"...), what I pictured...but better.
You know, it's weird...when kids are little and you're doing the day in, day out living to survive those baby years, it's hard. You're tired, no, you're exhausted, you're used up and worn out by the end of the day...just from living.
Shoes on, coat on, buckle in one, two, three kids...unbuckle one, two, three kids, wrangle all five, shoes off, supper on, baths done, teeth brushed...GAH! How do we do it?! (It's no wonder we collapse into bed at the end of the day with a big ol' "HANDS OFF" sign on our foreheads...)
It just dawned on me that my kids are "easy(ish)" now. Sure, they're still busy, but different. They're independent. They can get their own breakfast. Their own shoes on. Their own coats on. They can buckle in. It's no longer "30 minutes 'til go time, gotta get ready"...it's now, "Kids, we've gotta go...NOW!!".
Will you moms who are in "survival mode" hate me if I say I miss it a little? I miss those newborn snuggles...those sleepless nights...those rock-to-sleep times? 'Cuz I do. And partly because I can see my life flying before my very eyes.
I was gazing at my 4 year old the other day (can I just say...4 year olds are SO FUN!!!), when I was overcome with love...love and AMAZEMENT that these kids are mine. Entrusted to me to raise up into fine people.
It takes my breath away.
I love those times...