It’s been a busy couple of weeks around here, with lots of baseball, in-laws visiting, doctors appointments and all sorts of other busy life stuff. I had a chat with my Mother-in-law about how having little ones makes for a busy season in life. She told me about how much she misses it, now that they’re retired and have all the time in the world. It’s so refreshing to hear from another perspective, especially after your 3 year old almost brings you to tears at a baseball game.
It’s just a season, it’s just a season.
A season that it’s okay to say no to anything, or everything. A season to focus on family and not the cleanliness of my house. A season to cherish, because it won’t last forever.
The good news is, my 3 year old won’t embarrass me with tantrums in public forever. The bad, is that he won’t rub my belly and kiss it, saying how much he loves his brother, or get excited to snuggle on the couch with me and watch Paw Patrol forever.
It’s just a season.
A season that I need to focus more on enjoying, not surviving.
I saw this quote and it made me smile. And cry.
I’m not a perfect mother and never will be. I lose my temper, feed junk food before healthy stuff and allow the TV to babysit sometimes. And that’s okay. There’s way more time that I’m with them, loving, teaching and setting an example. My boys are my whole world and for some reason, God saw me fit to be their mom.
This time that motherhood seems so challenging, busy and draining will be gone before I know it. I’m sure, that just like my Mother-in-law, I’ll look back and miss it.
After all, it’s just a season.