moments...
.... that is what I've decided motherhood can summed up as - moments. Both good and bad, everything is just a moment before it all changes again. Gone are the leisurely Saturday mornings of hours spent sipping coffee while reading a good book. Instead they've been replaced with lots of little moments which are so much better. Moments like when the two big kids are happily entertained with coloring, the baby is napping, your cuppa coffee is still hot (remarkable, really), and you get to blog. Moments when the house is the exact perfect temperature (very difficult to achieve during an Alabama summer), all 3 children are napping, and you found a diet dr. pepper cherry you didn't know was hiding in the fridge. Moments such as this morning when the littlest one awakens a full half hour before the other members of the household and you and your beloved get an incredibly rare chance to enjoy just her, all by herself, without the background noise of the bigger kids vying for their fair share of parental affection.
Of course, there are the moments, too, when you've tried to cram in that last errand and you get home at the hottest part of the day, unload 3 hungry children who all happen to be crying, and have to decided who gets fed first. And you're hungry too because while everyone else got breakfast you were making beds and starting one of 10 loads of laundry scheduled for that day. And you're pouring sweat because you live in Alabama and it's hot and humid. And, being hot and hungry, you're desperately close to losing your temper with the first kid who looks at you sideways. But then you remember to breathe, it's just a moment and it won't take long to get the children inside where it is cool (or at least, cooler), feed them, and everything will be right again. At least for a moment. Or the moment that just interrupted the blogging of this post - the moment where you had a show-down, knock-down-drag-out fight with the toddler over a pair of scissors that the preschooler set down for a moment. Because that's all it takes for a toddler boy to get hold of something he really doesn't need to have - a moment.
Older women keep telling me I'll miss these moments. And, I believe them on most days. Treasure the moments, friends. They are fleeting!
Of course, there are the moments, too, when you've tried to cram in that last errand and you get home at the hottest part of the day, unload 3 hungry children who all happen to be crying, and have to decided who gets fed first. And you're hungry too because while everyone else got breakfast you were making beds and starting one of 10 loads of laundry scheduled for that day. And you're pouring sweat because you live in Alabama and it's hot and humid. And, being hot and hungry, you're desperately close to losing your temper with the first kid who looks at you sideways. But then you remember to breathe, it's just a moment and it won't take long to get the children inside where it is cool (or at least, cooler), feed them, and everything will be right again. At least for a moment. Or the moment that just interrupted the blogging of this post - the moment where you had a show-down, knock-down-drag-out fight with the toddler over a pair of scissors that the preschooler set down for a moment. Because that's all it takes for a toddler boy to get hold of something he really doesn't need to have - a moment.
Older women keep telling me I'll miss these moments. And, I believe them on most days. Treasure the moments, friends. They are fleeting!
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