Motivation Mondays: Time in a Bottle

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Time in a Bottle
Baby Pic collageRecently, my kids found a box of old baby pictures that I had stored in my closet. Yep, the ones that I was supposed to put into a cute little baby album 7 or 8 years ago. They emptied out the box of more than 200 pictures, and all 6 kids sat on the floor for hours laughing and reminiscing. The pictures were newborn up to around age 3, so what they had to reminisce about, I’m not exactly sure, but it was like they’d just found time in a bottle. The most endearing part was to hear my older kids share stories withย  the younger ones about what they remembered.

One of the most difficult parts of motherhood for me is how quickly the time flies by. As a homeschooling parent, I see my kids pretty much 24/7, but somehow that doesn’t keep the time wheels from turning so fast. They just keep spinning, and every time I blink, I feel like I”m losing about 6 months.

Maybe my extreme procrastination in filing those pictures has a root cause. As memories continue to build up and push “my babies” toward adulthood, I find myself wanting to yell, “No wait! I”m not ready, yet!”. Our oldest is 13 now and he already knows how to drive. He has 3 years before he can get his license, but his granddad gives him lessons every week, just as he did me when I was the same age. My 11-year old girls can fit my clothes AND my shoes, and they’re only 2 or 3 inches away from being taller than me, and I’m not a short girl. My other 3 boys are on the same path. They’d rather hop, skip, and jump 2 spaces ahead of me than hold my hand in public, and they think that “mommy kisses” are for wiping off.

On the flip side of what feels like a sweet loss, from time to time I catch a small glimpse of the real underlying beauty of motherhood, like when my 10-year old holds the door open for me or offers to help me down the stairs now that my pregnant body seems to teeter dangerously away from my center of gravity. Or when my 5-year-old peeks into my office on one of my busy days and says, “Mommy, I just wanted to check on you”. Or, when we take a family walk, and I notice that my girls “sashay” or tilt their heads back “just so” when they laugh, just like me. Maybe what I view as independence on their part is actually the switching of roles, the dance of codependency, as I now learn to lean on them for support, as well.

I’m still a mom, but I’m in transition. I now nurture from a close distance, hold hands when they make the first move, and try not to swallow hard when one of my girls asks to borrow my sweater. It’s a delicate balancing act between the beginning stages of letting go and the latent stage of “stay close to mommy just a little while longer”.

And just to think, I’m only a few months away from starting the process all over again.

Am I the only one who feels this way?

Happy Week!

Stress “Less”
Keep doin’ what you love!

Shannon

6 Comments

  • The WinterSewlstice says:

    Hi Shannon, what a nice article. I am familiar with your sentiments. I was a SAHM, it seems like only yesterday, but my ‘baby’ is now grown and married and almost 27 yrs. old. I enjoyed our time together, and I remember all too well when I began to see him transition from being my baby to becoming the young man that we raised him to be, and he always checked on me just to make sure I was ok. It kind a felt like sand slipping through my fingers– and it moved all too fast. I remember when he got his first real job, he gave me an allowance every week (5.00), I was pleasantly surprised that he did that, and at the same time my husband and me were proud that we could see the person that we had worked so meticulously to raise to become a good person blossom so nicely. I still have the light blue pair of Rockports that he bought me, and they wear very well– still. We have since moved out of the country, and eagerly await a visit from him and our daughter in law, but the funny thing that he’s recently told me is that he is feeling artistic– he wants to paint on canvas, and play the guitar, and write. Wow! I thought, cause these were all of the things that I was trying to introduce him to when he was growing up and, well, lets just say, he wasn’t interested. When he told me about painting, I laughed, because I had just visited the art store and bought 2 canvases so I could paint, and put art on my walls. But to make a long story short, I can mirror a lot of your sentiments, I didn’t home school, but I was there at the school helping out A LOT, so much so, that at one time I received a trophy for doing so. All of the teachers knew me, as did the principal. I truly enjoyed the opportunity that my husband gave me to stay at home with our son as he grew up. The time seemed to fly by, but I have memories, lots of them and I have the fruitage of our labors to remind me that it was a very good thing.
    Enjoy!

    • Shannon_CC says:

      That’s so beautiful (The Winter Sewlstice). I love that even at his age of 27, you can still see the seeds that you planted so long ago beginning to blossom. What a gift!

  • louise says:

    I don’t think I knew you homeschooled! I thought you worked outside of the home! IT’s funny though, I was looking through pictures for the kiddo in a particular pair of pj’s yesterday and looking back over all those funny pictures and videos just make me smile! and LOL some of the time! It does seem to slip away so fast!

  • Heidi Kettner says:

    Beautiful words, Shannon. No, you are definitely not the only one who feels this way! Although my children are younger, I’m still in awe of how quickly they grow up (and how quickly they want to!). This is especially noticeable with my girl. Many times I’ve thought “WOW! She is 3 going on 13! Where did she learn how to do THAT!?!?!”. And even though Tobias is more subtle, his keeps breezing by milestones of independence when I blink my eyes for a second, it seems. I do my best to cherish my moments with them, keeping in mind that my role is guide them along the way as time keeps flying. But, like I tell them daily, I will always be their mommy and love them forever, know matter how big them grow, and how old they are. That gives me comfort, and they like that idea, too. ๐Ÿ™‚

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