I had a beautiful, relaxing weekend. I don’t get a chance to say that very often because life this way is usually pretty hectic. We took a nice drive down the beautiful countryside to spend some time with Mama Clark (My husband’s lovely mom). It’s only a 4 hour drive, but with 6 young kids the trip down there and back has always been somewhat of an adventure, not necessarily in a “happy” way. I’ve seen the inside of more Walmarts off the main highway (for potty breaks) than I’d care to mention and the “Are we almost there yets?” make me want to to dig my fingernails into the dashboard after about the 12th time. But not this time. Things were different. We only stopped once for a quick drive-thru meal. And, I think I only heard one, “How many more hours?”. I kept looking back thinking, “Are these MY kids?”.
Surprisingly, I felt a little saddened by the shift. Our kids are growing up. No more car seats, only a few boosters. My oldest is learning to drive and my youngest no longer reaches for my hand in the grocery store. My girls are almost as tall as I am and starting to talk about boys a little bit. ACK!!! It’s funny how when the kids are young and everything is a whirlwind, you keep wondering when the season will end. Then the new season comes and deep down inside you secretly long for the first season to return (Except for the sleep deprivation. NEVER!).
My youngest crawled into our bed this morning because he couldn’t sleep. He snuggled up next to me, put his hand on my shoulder and was out like a light. I just watched him, smelling one of my roses and taking in the beauty of the moment.
If we’re always rushing toward the finale, we miss all the wonderful acts in between.
Take the time. It will be over before you know it.
Have a great week!
Keep doin’ what you love!