Oh, be still my heart. Where has the time gone?
There were days, some long and hard, when it seemed that the worry, care and strife of raising these young ones, would never end.
Never once did I wish it away…yet…there were days that I longed for what seemed the simplicity of independence and ability.
And now they are there. Moving swiftly past me, growing and changing…leaving me in a state of shock and awe as I contemplate this part of the journey, so near its end.
Six years. That is all. Six years until I’m the mom of nine adult children…nine children over the age of eighteen. It leaves me breathless…for I am already breathless with the love that fills my heart for the last of my little brood. These four. These precious four who share all things…they spend all their time together and bring me a kind of joy I relish as never before.
See how they’ve grown? I can hardly bear it. But I’m so proud of their goodness and love. So proud to have them share my days…
Five have moved up and on…adults with the world of possibilities before them. These four…they are perched on the brink of that same world…and I just want to push the pause button. I don’t want to miss a single minute…and would do it all over again, without hesitation.
There are days I miss their toothless grins…those grimy faces and Lego messes (well…maybe not the Lego messes! I think we still have those 😉 But I so love who they are and I pray that I may continue to impart daily virtue and love, while I still have that privilege.