I keep catching myself thinking about what life will be like in 2, 5 or 10 years from now. Will the boys still hold hands and cuddle while watching cartoons in the morning. Will they still say mama 5,000 times a day just cause. Will they still think dog poop is the funniest things in the world.
Don't get me wrong there will definitely be things I could do without. Hopefully we wont still be filling sippys all day long or stashing diapers and wipes in every purse. Hopefully we won't still be telling Ryder to not bite his brother or Landon to stop trying to flush his toys down the toilet.
But as crazy as its sounds I'm gonna miss wiping butts and picking up toys because that means this stage has faded and so has the chunky baby thighs, easy giggles from belly tickles and open mouth kisses.
As I walk through this journey of motherhood I become more and more certain that the times that seem the hardest are the ones we miss the most. Those are the times that make us grow and stretch us past our comfort. The times we look inward and cling to the things we love. Because those times are the ones that lead you to your baby saying "ov oo" for the first time and you realize that its all worth it. Its the times that prove that time is anything but stagnant.
I know the future will hold joy and be full of new and exciting things; video taping their first wrestling watches, teaching them to ride a bike and making copious amounts of junk food for sleepovers. But for now I'll embrace the the tug of my sweater as Ryder wipes his milk face clean or hear Landon saying "me want you to rub my back" before bed every night. These times are everything.
xoxo.
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