Sometimes I get so caught up in the drudgery of dishes and laundry and vacuuming and feeding and potty training and changing diapers that I forget to cherish the little things about my kids. I’m terrible at remembering the magical moments and really good at trying to hurry them along so I can get to the next thing that has to be done, which will eventually lead to that most magical of moments: bedtime. Let’s just soak that one in for a minute, shall we…….ah, bedtime. Dear, sweet bedtime.
About a year or so ago, I pinned this article called “Don’t Carpe Diem.” I love it. It sums up so much of life as a mother. If you’re a mother or ever plan to be one, you really ought to read it. I love the author’s honesty in admitting that parenting is hard. And it’s okay that it’s hard. It’s even okay to admit that it’s hard. Especially when kids are little and demand so much from you. But because this time as a mother of little people will disappear fast, it’s important to remember the magical moments when time stands still and you see the amazing little people you get to care for and raise.
And that’s what I want to do today. Because they won’t always be this little. And they won’t always say the things they say now and do the things they do now.
Like how Spiderman seeks out the singing gingerbread man at Grandma’s house every time we visit and sings “Jingle Bell Rock” over and over and over again.
Or how he loves dogs so much.
And how much he just wants to do everything his big brothers and sister do and wants to be so darn independent even though he’s not even 2 years old yet.
Like how Superman says “chloclate” instead of “chocolate.”
And how his face lights up and he says “I LOVE THAT!” about everything from the Hulk gloves he got for Christmas to the chicken we had for dinner last night (that he wouldn’t eat, because he didn’t like it).
Or how he just loves to play with “guys” no matter their size, shape or character.
Like how Batman loves to dance so much that he told us, “It’s not me that dances, it’s just the music makes my body move!” And also informed me that if I die, he can take over teaching my Zumba classes for me. (So glad I don’t have to worry about getting my class covered in those circumstances now!)
Or how he’s willing to eat something he doesn’t like for dinner if there’s desert on the line, but only after much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth, and only if there’s a timer involved. Actually, in those moments, I don’t really want to remember them, but I imagine him as a married adult acting like that and it makes me laugh.
And how he’s so good at math that when his sister asked me what 9 x 25 was, this 1st grader yelled “225!” before I even had time to process what question she’d asked.
Like how the Princess wants to do her own hair every day, which involves only brushing it and then looking like a ragamuffin by the end of the day.
And how she asked Dad the other day “What’s the phase of the moon after a full moon?” And when he answered “gibbous,” she said, “Oh yeah, gibbous. I forgot.” That girl is always surprising me with the stuff she knows!
Or how she posts things like this on her door:
And mostly I want to remember just how much they love each other.