The days are long but the years are short. This is a quote that I find myself repeating time and time again. I’ll say it to myself when I’m getting caught up in feeling overwhelmed. I’ll remind myself of it during a particularly trying week. It tugs at my heart when I’m wishing away a day and counting down the hours until bedtime.
The days, they are long. But then, just like that, they’re gone. In the blink of an eye. And I, for one, am not OK with letting that happen. So is life, though, right?
It’s so easy to get caught up in being “busy.” The to-do list is never-ending most days, and thus I always feel the need to go-go-go! But these days? They are fleeting. These days are so precious. Time is a thief, and if I don’t slow down every once in a while, before I know it these days will be gone and I’ll be wishing them back more than anything.
So I’m trying to remind myself every day, to take in this life, to study my babies’ faces. Really soak them in. To squeeze them tight and give them big fat kisses, often. Because some day they won’t let me.
I mean, I’ll still do it, but they won’t necessarily respond with the same giggles and big silly grins that they do now.
There’s magic in seeing this for what it is, and knowing that in a few years’ time I’ll look back at all of this and long for it.
So yes, these days can get mundane. They can drag on and I can feel like all I do is wipe butts and kiss boo boos and clean up messes and say “No!” a hundred times a day. But when I really stop to think about it, I do so much more than that.
I am a mother. I am someone’s whole entire world.
And I don’t want to treat that lightly. I don’t want to take any of this for granted. It’s a big role I’ve been entrusted with. And it’s one that I love so deeply.
Of course, the bickering is hard. The whining is annoying. The crying and screaming and hair tugging and lack of shower are all difficult. But there’s something buried in the core of each one of these things. There’s me, knowing that I’m needed. There’s me, knowing that this too, shall pass.
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And there’s magic.
There’s magic in seeing this for what it is, and knowing that in a few years’ time I’ll look back at all of this and long for it. Crazy as that seems right now. I’ll somehow forget the hard parts and ache for this time. I’ll wish I hadn’t rushed the days. I’ll wish I’d responded with a laugh more often than a yell.
So let’s slow down, even for just a few minutes. Let’s not get caught up in the chaos of life. Let’s enjoy these sweet days while we can.
Because they’ll be gone before we know it.