Health & Fitness
The Limited and The Lasting
Once again, Mom was right. As much as I wished away my children's constant demands of me, now that they're gone, I miss them. At least I know some things are constant.
With Mother’s Day approaching, I’ve been feeling wistful about how fast my kids are growing and changing. My oldest son is finishing first grade, my younger son is attending Kindergarten orientation, and my youngest baby girl will start preschool next fall.
I spent over an hour the other day watching old videos I had uploaded to YouTube to share with family and friends. Some were funny, some were sweet, and some just captured everyday stuff. Kind of like I hope this blog will become. Like one of my girlfriends said, you just don’t realize how much they change until you see pictures and videos from when they were younger.
Once again, Mom was right. As much as I wished away the constant needs of dirty diapers, breastfeeding, and their need to always be touching me, now I miss them. (Well, maybe not the dirty diapers.) At least I know some things are constant.
Things that don’t last
White shirts, onesies, clean toilets, courtship, clean faces, mental notes, sleeping babies, jobs, tears, goldfish, toddler snuggles, promises, willing hand-holders, patience, a cell phone charge, good-night kisses, success, organization, batteries, embarrassment, folded laundry.
Things that do last
Love, true friendship, pure hearts, ink on upholstery, love for your mother, respect for yourself, stretch marks, mothers’ love, mothers’ worry, teachers’ influence, mental snapshots, marks on the growth chart, rings on the coffee table, big brother hero worship, pride in your children, family, the written word, education, memories, laugh lines.
