A day with no accidents. Potty training is a full time job. I'm tired.
I've been reminded by my friend Becky today about the need to live in the present, to cherish each moment of each day with my boys. They are growing up so fast. I'm ready for vacation. I'm ready to play on the beach with my babies. To rock them on the porch and stare out at the ocean. Each day seems to be filled with things that pull me away from them--cleaning, work, preparing meals, appointments, bills--I'm ready to just BE with them. It sounds almost silly because I am with them all day. But, sometimes at the end of the night when I lay down in bed my heart hurts because I've allowed myself to become so busy during the day. I feel like I've simply moved them from activity to activity so I can get done everything I need to get done for the day. On my desk is a picture of Luis and Riley last summer. Another reminder of what's really important in life. I love them so much it almost hurts right now. I'm going to go kiss their little heads and get into bed.
It's as if I was reading something from my own thoughts. I so often go to bed and wonder where the day went and am sadden by how little quality time I had with my boys. Now that my time with Ethan is lessened I am so much more aware of how I spend that time.
Have a great time at the beach. Leave life's worries and tasks in Columbus and enjoy just being.
I love you
Shawn, Becky, Ethan and Gavin said...
10:00 PM
Oh how well I relate to this post! I'm such a 'do-er', and there is always so much to be done, but the time with our children is so precious. Your line about loving them so much it hurts...you must have read my journal. At night I go stroke my little boy's head, try to steal a little kiss while he's sleeping, then wake him up unintentionally (then I feel bad!). Life is soo short. I want to do what TRULY matters. Glad to have found your blog.
Peace,
Michele
M. Akamau said...
6:44 AM
I only had two, but I already knew how short the time was by the time A was born, and some nights when I couldn't sleep I would just go pick her up and go out the family room and sit and rock her. She would sleep, I would be soothed and eventually we would both go back to our beds. Babies are fleeting.
I feel your heart. Enjoy every moment and treasure them in your heart. I think Jesus' mother Mary had it right!
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8:39 AM