This week has been absolutely beautiful. Winter is fading away. It's still been chilly in the morning but the afternoons have been high 50s or even low 60s. The boys and I have been taking a morning walk then most days taking a second walk with Lex when she gets home from school. We've been to the park, had the windows open, walked to the store, and played outside in the dirt. I am a person who loves every season. I don't know if I could ever live in a place that's the same temperature year around. I get just as excited about snow as I do about sunshine. Love. them. all.
Yesterday evening, after the kids and I had played outside and I'd even gone on a jog (without kids!), Eric pointed out that for the first time in 48 months I am not pregnant or nursing. Wow. This is a season change of a whole other kind. My big girl talks on the phone with her friends. My first boy rides a scooter faster than I can. And my baby boy is... no longer a baby. He's a big, running, yelling 17-month maniac!
I love the pregnant and baby seasons. There are such beautiful things about those seasons of life... My favorite feeling in the world is feeling a baby move in my tummy. I find childbirth empowering. There's nothing like a nursing infant, cuddled up next to you on the couch and completely content. I don't even really mind growing to be huge then suffering from sleep deprivation for a few months. But are we forever done with those seasons? We might be.
Right now, I'm looking at my big kids and loving all their growth, fun, and playfulness. I'm hoping I don't ever look back and regret not taking the time to enjoy every second in each season of their life. I'm also wondering what will be next... for them, for me, for all of us in the coming seasons.
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You are very blessed. And so are Eric & the kids to have you. : ) your What a beautiful family. I'm proud of you for creating such an amazing, Christ centered home & environment for your kids to grow up in.
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