This stage of motherhood has kicked me in the butt. Often days I'm day dreaming about the future, gleaming over self-induced bedtime, the kids being able to actually bath themselves, getting packed into the car in less than 30 minutes, not having to get up from the dinner table for the 7th time because someone decided they actually did want a spoon instead of a fork; you know the little things that come with raising a young family (insert the rolling eye emoji here).
And here I am...literally just trying to survive my day without having a mental breakdown when I see the old lady down the street or the mom of three teenagers, and all they say is..."oh those days are short young lady. Hang on to every single moment! You're gonna miss these days."
Can I say EWWWWW!!!!??? Like that is the LAST thing I want to hear while wearing my yoga pants for the 5th day in a row with yogurt splattered on my tank top and a bun that hasn't come down in....probably 5 days as well. And you think I want to hear...."oh those days are short....hang on to every moment, because for some reason I'm going to MISS them"???????? Do you SEE the bags under my eyes? Is this some sick joke that I'm not getting??? Or is it just a way to kick a momma down?
I mean for real.... How many of you moms with young kids hear this? I hear it AT LEAST once a day when I leave my house. No joke. And at first I didn't mind it but then it kind of started to irritate me and I've since been tempted to ask them if they'd actually like to start experiencing my "every. single. moment."
Yet tonight...as I wrangled my three crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy kids into their beds; after their screaming tantrums, and their never ending sing song kind of talking, and their running around the house laughing while I chased them; I watched as each one settled into their cozy beds, some eyes heavy with sleep, and some still rearing to have a go at the rest of the night; I prayed over them, sang them a song and when I bent down to kiss their sweet soft lips and whisper in their ear how much I loved them...I thought it....for a split second, I thought IT!
I know I'm gonna miss these days.
And for a second I became overwhelmed with thoughts of how they so desperately love me and desire to hug me and squeeze me whenever I give them the chance. I thought about, their sweet voices and their ultra soft skin. I thought about their infectious giggles and they way they brighten up when dad comes home. I thought about their button noses and squishy bellies, I thought about when I kiss their "ouchies" it makes everything better, and I thought...I'm not even going to remember...I'm not going to remember how tired I am or how many times the kids got up in the middle of the night, I'm not gonna remember how many tantrums I had to break up or how many puddles of pee I cleaned up. None of that will even matter.
Because one day, they're not going to need me. They're not gonna want to hug and squeeze me, they're not gonna want me to chase them around the house, or sing them songs to sleep, they're not gonna want me to "kiss" their ouchies away or comfort them in the middle of the night.
And one day I'm going to need them. One day...I AM going to miss these days...I really am.
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