I remember when the boys were tiny and we were so anxious for them to sleep through the night.
Sometimes I miss those quiet moments in the middle of the night when I didn’t rush back to bed, but held them a little longer in the darkness.
I remember when I couldn’t wait to be done with bottle feedings on every third hour.
But the clean up and planning was nearly brainless.
I remember looking forward to their first steps.
Was there really once a time when I would put them in one spot and they wouldn’t go anywhere?
I remember thinking “that will be the day” when they learn to feed themselves, dress themselves, strap themselves in their car seats.
Sometimes I miss them not needing me so much.
And now when I’m faced with kindergarten being just around the corner, and their independence growing by the day, I have to remember to love this fleeting moment that we are in together.
To let them be little just a little while longer.
Because someday they won’t prance around the house chanting, banging on fire hats, twirling oversized pencils, while pretending to be in a parade.
I have to be here in the NOW.