I read another article today trying to make me cry. It reminded me that every day my children get older. And that one day they will leave me. One day I will be alone. One day my life will have no meaning. One day I will have no babies and I should wallow in sorrow.
I don’t need another person to remind me that once the snuggles are gone they are gone. That once the diapers and spit up and baby coos and teeny tiny clothes are gone they are never coming back. I don’t need to cry every day because my children are growing. It’s what they do. It’s how God planned it. “for this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife”. It’s life. I grew up. My parents grew up. My grandparents grew up. We cannot stop the process. We can only relish in the moments as they come. As much as I have wanted to stop time and snuggle those little miracles forever, I also would not have given up the other moments - first steps, first time I heard “I love you”, wrestling matches, and running races. Each stage is a gift from God. Am I sad when a stage is over? Of course. But would I stop time and miss the things yet to come? No. I will enjoy today and the moments I have been given. And yes, one day they will move out and my life will feel empty. But it’s just to make room for the other little miracles yet to come. They will grow up and have babies of their own. And I will get to enjoy those stages all over again from another perspective. And I will thank God for every second he gave me.
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