I remember back five years ago on the first day of MOPS listening to some older, wiser mentor moms talk about how they were staring down the empty nest years and how fast it goes. At the time I had a three year old and a new baby and I probably hadn’t gotten a full night sleep in well……three years (come to think of it I am not sure I still have). And I thought, please God let the time go fast.
Parenting young children is a constant pull between wanting to cherish the moments and praying bedtime will come because you are losing your mind.
This doesn’t make you a bad mom or a mom who loves her children any less. Motherhood can go from thinking your heart is going to burst because you love your kids so much to feeling like if you don’t put yourself in a time out you might scream. Or you find yourself screaming in a way you never knew you could scream.
My oldest turned eight this weekend. So I am nowhere near the end of the road in this parenting gig. And I am not trying to pretend that I don’t still have an almost two year old with the twos, threes and fours ahead of me. And we might not even be done with.
But I am beginning to catch a glimpse of what those older, wiser moms were talking about. The older my oldest gets the faster the time seems to go. I write this to myself to remember to cherish the days. I write this to you so that you remember when you are bogged down in the toddler years. These years are too precious to waste away by wishing them away.