Lately, when I look at my tall, skinny, smarty-pants first grader, I am fully aware that this statement is true. Kyle and I talked today about the births of each of our boys, recounting the moments we associate with each one and talking about how quickly the years are passing. I always have moments where I think to myself, "Remember this moment" and try to soak it in. Here are some things I want to remember about having young children:
- the smell of freshly washed children smothered in Johnson & Johnson baby lotion
- juicy, naked tooshies
- slobbery, open-mouth kisses
- them being small enough to sit in my lap (and wanting to)
- the sheer excitement on their faces when doing/seeing new things
- the way they run to me when I've been away
- sweet voices singing songs about Jesus
- footie pajamas
- chubby fingers
- the sound of "Mama"....how does it so quickly change to "Mom"?
- the way they look sleeping at night
- rocking and singing before bed
- the way they wrestle and run through the house
- the feel of little arms wrapped around my neck
- the giggles I can get from playing peek-a-boo or jumping out from around the corner
- the smell of Pampers diapers
- being able to contain them in a crib
- naptimes
- the arts and crafts they bring home from preschool/church/school
- playing games and reading books and just spending time together
- little feet!!!
- their innocence
- watching Kyle play with the boys
- seeing them start to know/remember Bible stories and verses
What do you want to remember about these years of mothering young kids?
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