They say the days are long, but the years are short.
How true this is.
I often think one of my biggest failings in motherhood is that I rarely take the time to pause and reflect. Months pass without me even stopping to consider what has changed. Or appreciate what has remained.
It’s been 40 months since she crashed into our world and made us parents.
She is my enthusiastic, contemplative, sensitive-hearted baby girl.
I love the way her eyes dance wildly when she looks at me. As if each moment we spend together were a riotous thrill. She has grown and changed so much over the last three years, but that gaze has remained constant. I love how it reminds me of the baby she was.
Grant and I are her favorite people right now. What a blessing that is.
And then there’s Wyatt.
He joined our family almost 12 months ago.
He’s my happy, easy-going baby boy.
I love the warm, quiet love in his gaze toward me. It’s like he’s been waiting all day to lock eyes. Like for that moment, he and I are one and the same.
These two melt me. Their smiles. Their laughs. The way they show complete trust in me, and seem perfectly at home in my arms.
This is beautiful.
This is what parenthood is all about.
Of course, laundry still needs to be done, dinner needs to be made, and the house needs to be cleaned. Who has time to sit and actually complete a thought (let alone a thought that demands so much emotion) with everything else this job requires?
But . . . if we neglect these moments of quiet reflection on parenthood, we are depriving ourselves of one of the greatest joys.
The thing is, God offers us beautiful moments each and every day.
They are gifts.
But, in order to fully appreciate them, really soak them up, we need to be intentional. We need to give these moments our undivided attention.
Even if we have to wait until after bedtime to do it.
How are you intentional about appreciating the gift of parenthood?