There is no doubt that being a mom is hard. It’s full of laundry and dirty dishes and diapers and sometimes poop gets on your freshly cleaned sweatshirt. If you hate clutter like me, it’s full of constant picking up. CONSTANT. It’s full of countertop cleaning and lunch making and sweeping followed by swiffering.
But while the kids are at school and the babies are napping, you find evidence of those tiny people in the most random spots.
And you smile.
Because you remember that in 10 years, you won’t be picking up toy rattles and Richard Scarry game pieces. Your living room will always be clean and spotless and you won’t be making school lunches because your youngest child at 11 years old will probably want to make her own…and your oldest at 18 will be eating on her college campus. The shoes you put away won’t be small enough to fit in your pocket and who knew that you’d miss the days of having baby poop on your clean sweatshirt?
My kids are growing up too fast and I’ve been reminded of it too often recently. Maria wants to research Japan and animal rights….not sing nursery rhymes and play peek a boo. I mean, duh, right? We want our kids to grow up and learn a million things and be good and kind citizens.
But sometimes it’d be nice to let the early years play out just a little bit longer.