There is no denying the fact my kids are growing. I can visibly see their little jeans become "high waters" or their little tummies peeking from the bottom of their favorite shirt. I know they won't be "little" forever.
What I forget is that everything is a season. Yes, my son won't always want to cuddle and my daughter won't always pick every flowering weed and present them to me.
I am in my "current season" with my kids.
That season is filled with learning, raised voices, "firsts", laughter, disappointments, sibling fighting and good and bad it will never look like the next "season". Sometimes when I get frustrated that I can't get a free minute to myself I remind myself that a few seasons out I maybe wishing they'd want to spend more time with me instead of asking me to park a block away from the school when I pick them up. Seasons come and go.
I found myself at the library on rare occasion by myself last night and oddly found myself in the kid's section. Out of habit, after picking my book up on hold I shuffled over to the section that I've spent some much time with my kids with the last few years. After a few minutes, I realized I didn't need to be in this section. The season of story times, puzzles, meeting other moms and kids for play dates...this season has been brushed over to the new one. Instead it is "look at me Mom on my bike", Fiona reading to me at nights, training wheels taken off bikes with streamers flying, and "Mom, I can do it myself".
Though I remember the past season, I must look forward to the next. Enjoy the season you are in; it won't be here forever.
There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1