And then they were grown.
I’m pretty sure I will wake up and say that one morning.
It will happen before I know it.
Those years in the trenches of babyhood and toddlerhood to boot?
I knew they were fleeting, and now…
Before I could even catch hold of my breath between pregnancy after pregnancy after pregnancy and birthing and breastfeeding and diaper changes and potty training and first foods and first words and a million sleepless nights…
They were gone.
Oh I know my girls are still little. And, truly, I said I wasn’t even going to shed a tear when my oldest started kindergarten this week.
But as I pulled into the parking lot and saw other mamas and daddies holding their video cameras and beaming with pride and tearing up themselves, I couldn’t contain myself.
Because then it hit me: Kindergarten mamas don’t necessarily cry because they will be away from their babies during the school day.
They cry because, to use the old cliche, babies don’t keep.
And these littles ones who makes mountains of messes and color on carpets and stick postage stamps all over their dollhouses–will not be little forever.
It’s just as they said. It all goes so fast. And I can’t make time stand still.
The baby years, the toddler years, the preschool years are over for my firstborn. And her sisters are right behind her.
A chapter has ended.
It’s a new season of motherhood.
Lord, help me embrace it. Savor it. Live fully in each season that comes.
Have you recently entered into a new season of motherhood? Do new seasons of motherhood bring you joy because of the memories, or do you grieve how fast time goes? What are you doing to savor each season?