Lately I have been really feeling life fly by especially when it comes to my children growing up. I feel like before I know it they will be gone and their childish laughter will be just a memory. I love the adoration they show me and know that will definitely not last long. Some of my favorite times are when Jacob and Elizza start playing together and break out laughing or they start dancing and shaking their bums or when I catch Marriah watching me and when I look at her she gives me this big beautiful grin. I regret though at times I don’t sit and just enjoy this. I find myself a slave to order and having things just so or wishing my life away not realizing by doing this I am losing my time with them. Their is a song by Trace Adkins that I listen to to remind me that life goes way too fast anyway without me wishing it away too.
I was just introduced to a song that brought tears to my eyes it is called Cinderella by Steven Curtis Chapman it is about this dad that writes about the short time he with his daughter before she is gone. Interestingly yet sadly, he wrote this song after getting his two daughters ready for bed and rushing through it so he could go on and do other things and was getting really frustrated at his daughters for taking too long. As he was leaving their room his mind went to his oldest daughter who at the time was 20 years old and how quickly she grew up and he didn’t take the time to cherish moments with her, he wrote this song to remind himself of that. Now the sad part is a few months after writing this song one of his younger daughters was accidentally struck and killed by a car his son was driving. None of us know how much time we have to enjoy these moments with those we love. Death may not be what seperates us but time will and I hope that each day I can remember this and not worry about dirt on the floor or clutter but will hold onto moments whether they be good or bad and just enjoy the journey I have as a parent. So as a note to myself remember that poem that states:
“Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs.
Dust, go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby.
Babies don’t keep.”
Sorry to get so sappy in this blog I guess this has just been weighing heavily on me lately. If you would like to hear those songs I talked about here are the links.
( Note: I wrote this during nap time I am trying to be better and devote my time to my kids while I can)
