If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it a thousand times.
“Enjoy every minute.”
“They’ll be grown before you know it.”
“It goes by so fast.”
In my pre-motherhood days, I thought these were just the sentimental musings of people who were either being dramatic or who couldn’t think of anything else to say and so they just made the token grandparent statements they’d heard other people make.
At one time, it even frustrated me. After being encouraged yet again not to get in a tizzy about dishes and housekeeping because I’d have plenty of time for those things when the kids grew up, I thought to myself “Lady, I am cherishing my children, okay, but I can’t just sit and look at them all day long! At some point, I HAVE to do the dishes…”
But that was just my hormones talking; if I was being more honest with myself and less prideful, I knew what she meant and that her intentions were only to help me.
Well…now, I’m the one making these statements.
Because, while I’m far from being a grandparent, I totally “get” it.
“Babies don’t keep” isn’t some figurative thought that sounds good in a poem.
It is literal.
Childhood is literally short.
A year used to be the amount of time it took me to get from one Christmas to the next.
Now, it means that my infant has gone through at least three sizes of clothing and has grown teeth, a personality and the ability to communicate.
It means that my toddler has gone from eating markers to making works of art with them.
It means that my preschooler has gone from talking super cute to talking super normal, perfectly pronouncing “r’s” and “l’s” and correctly using pronouns.
It means that my 1st grader has gone from sincerely asking if we could go to Little Bear’s house for a visit to requesting anything other than “Little Bear” when we turn on the television.
A year in a child’s life might be 365 days, but those 365 days are crammed full of growing and shifting and changing.
And what about four years?
Four years used to measure the amount of time it took to get through high school.
Now, four years means I can go from a world completely immersed in “all things baby” to a world completely devoid of cribs, playpens, highchairs, bottles, diapers, onesies, and strollers.
If that thought is one part wonderful, it is three parts terrible!
So you see what I mean?
The cliches make perfect sense…
blink, and you really might miss it.
And that’s why I am feeling this urgency in my spirit, one that is reorienting my goals to cradle this season of my life like it will be over tomorrow, because…
I can see it everytime I look at Gideon’s big-kid front teeth…
everytime Rebekah laughs at a joke that I thought would be over her head…
everytime Betsie sings a song and gets the lyrics right…
everytime Shepherd eats a more solid food than he ate the day before…
everytime I look at a picture from last year and feel the floor drop out from under my feet because they’ve changed SO much and I didn’t even see it happen.
Motherhood, itself, is so full of change and growth and bewilderment, and it can be exceedingly difficult to grasp these things in the moment; young pups like us are sadly gifted at getting everything flipped upside down.
We have to shuttle the kids around like this because we have to get “this” done because “this” is so important.
We have to feel the burden of the mess and the clutter and we can’t rest until it is cleaned up!
We need to get this project – that we voluntarily invented – completed NOW. Today. Without delay. Before we run out of time!
But I’m looking around at my life, and the only thing that truly has a deadline around here are these four little humans that are getting taller every minute.
If childhood is literally short, there comes with it an expiration date.
A ticking clock.
And I have lots of stuff to squeeze in before the buzzer goes off…
Nursery rhymes. I want to read them every day until we can recite them in our sleep.
Silly songs and lullabies. I used to dream of the day when I could enjoy my favorite vintage kid songs with my children, but now that I’m in the midst of the perfect season, I’m too busy sometimes to even pull up the playlists.
Looking at the stars. Night after night, the sun goes down and a masterpiece lights up the sky, and all I want to do is put them to bed and watch a stupid TV show.
Cuddles. I want to curl up to them as often as they want me to, and then for ten minutes more.
Forts and flashlights.
Swings and slides.
Jokes and riddles.
Tucking them in.
I want to feast on ALL of it while my table is brimming with childhood.
And I want to read to them every day until my throat hurts.
My house…my plans…my dreams…my projects…my money-making endeavors…
Lord willing, they’ll all still be here when the “blink” is over, and I can pursue them until my face is rosy.
But for now, I have some advice to heed.
“Don’t blink or you’ll miss it”?
I refuse to blink.
I am so honored to be among the “freshly pressed” with this blog post! Thank you for all of the kind words, reblogs and likes. As I am “refusing to blink” and can spare no extra time with my back to these precious kids of mine, I am unable to respond to comments during this season of my life. But your words are dear to me. Thank you so much!