I made it to the time of day when little ones rest.
The feeling is like one of crossing home plate at the baseball game, by the slide of your pants, fingertips thrust outward in valiant effort. My hair probably has a bit of dirt in it. I think I saw a stain on my shirt.
The current noises include: the dishwasher (thankfully without any “extra” noises), the dryer, and a dog barking in the neighbor’s yard.
No pitter patter of feet.
No “Mo-om, she’s touching me.”
No “Mommy, can we ________________?”
No crying. No homework. No noise.
Oh the clamor these four walls contain in a single day. The oldest not yet in for the night. One sleeps curled; another sprawled out. At times it seems sleeping positions reflect personalities. The precious baby of the family still in the crib.
One of the blessings of being Mom to a widespread brood: the older children serve as comprehension of just how quickly time passes.
As Justin Davis, Crosspoint.tv pastor, tweeted today:
Parents of little kids: Don’t spend too much time wishing your kids were older…that wish comes true too soon!
We are parents of little kids- but we are also the parents of bigger kids. And yes, that time from the crib to college flies. The days pass so quickly we dare not blink.
But we also dare not take a single moment for granted; as one among us has been assigned a human life expectancy number…and little by little, we see her development roll backwards.
So I rest in the Lord for the brief moments til morning, recognizing time is His alone.
And I anticipate the pitter patter of feet.
And the choice of what memories to make in a day.
In full recognition and with a heart of thanksgiving,
that each breath comes from Him.