God how life gets overwhelming, out of control, chaotic, loud and stressful when you’re the parents of three little ones under 5.
Daddy works all of the time, Mommy works a full time job at home raising these little bundles of energy, runs a couple businesses from home and try’s to find some time for herself.
Sometimes I’ll catch my mind wandering to when life is calm again. When I’m not needed so much. When I don’t have one of the three of my children asking me for food or drink or diaper changes or butt’s wiped or a story or to sleep in our bed or, or, or…
I sometimes miss the silence too much.
And then I have moments that awaken me to how lucky I am. How blessed and fortunate we are right now. We have full lives… full of love. These are the best years of our lives. I know it. I’m fully aware. But sometimes I let whatever it is going on right then cloud that realization.
I was sorting through the family photo’s we had taken tonight, addressing envelopes for our Christmas cards and it all hit my heart like a ton of bricks.
Time is flying and we’re barely holding on.
All too soon I’ll miss and long for the days when we all dressed to match, hooked them into their car seats, drove to a crowded portrait studio and begged them to look ahead and smile at the camera.
I’ll look back through all the old family photo’s and smile and cry a little too.
It’s my prayer that when I’m lost in the noise and overwhelm and self pity, that God is able to give me this perspective so I can soak up every single waking moment of this life I live right now. And appreciate it, burn it into my mental and emotional memory and never let it get away from me.