There was a time when my world was filled with babies, diapers, nursing, morning sickness, high chairs, toddlers, tantrums, and teaching little ones to read.
Then it happened. They really did grow up, go to college, move out, get married, start careers – and the children I thought would never sleep through the night no longer sleep under my roof.
It’s the craziest thing.
And it’s bittersweet.
Russ and I are in a season of reaping the reward of twenty-eight years of parenting. Some of those years were very, very long, and very, very hard. Having lots of little ones was exhausting sometimes; when Isaiah was born I had five children seven and under.
We still have a long way to go, but it’s different parenting an eight year-old when you truly know how quickly the time will pass. I want to embrace the years and enjoy the time I have with my younger crew.
It’s become very clear to us that there are only two things that really matter: God and the people he brings into our lives. God is forever. The people we love are forever, but our time on earth with them is not.
This week most of our children will be here and I want to soak it in. Like my fortune cookie said, “The coming week shall bring you much happiness.”
What season of parenting are you in? What are you learning?
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