I see the way older woman smile at me. They see my chattering preschooler and toddler tripping along behind me as I push my beautiful newborn in my stroller. They give me knowing looks as I awkwardly try to be discreet while nursing in public. They coo at my children, ask me how old they are, and tell me to enjoy it while I can, because it all goes so fast. The looks are longing ones, and they tell me they miss those days. It makes me realize that I, too, will someday miss these days, and that I should revel in the glory of the moment.
At least that’s what I tell myself as I sprint through the grocery store, preschooler in tow, toddler wandering off... who is crying and screaming that his legs hurt from running...pushing the cart full of heavy groceries. Parker's blankee is flying like a cape behind him, causing people to part around me like the Red Sea. Baby starts crying and Dallin and Parker proceed to follow becuase they aren't getting any candy today.
As I get everyone buckled into their carseats with sweat dripping off my forehead due to the 100+ degree temps, I think to myself... “Revel. Revel. Someday you’ll miss this.”
Somehow, I think there may be parts I miss more than others.
4 comments:
It is all too true but it is so hard to see that sometimes (most of the time). I guess the crazy old ladies help to remind us:)
You are so right! Tough times, but very very sweet as well.
I wouldn't know the feeling yet, but I can imagine. It is a great reminder on how precious time is!
I love this blog post. Amen, amen, amen!
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