My art of homemaking post today is short…but something I have been thinking about a lot lately.
The other night we went to Hannie’s play performance for her elementary school. Our four year old sat bright-eyed and watched every bit of action while seated sometimes on his own chair and sometimes on his aunt’s lap. And after it was over he smiled, yawned and walked up to me. “Uppie, mama,” he said. And I looked down into his eyes a bit surprised because he hadn’t said those words in a long time. So, I did. I picked up that big four year old boy and he wrapped his legs around my middle. But when he said “uppie, mama”….I didn’t know if it would be the last time. And I didn’t want to miss my chance.
I feel like I blinked and my kids are old. It seems like yesterday that the oldest was 4 and I had a newborn. Time flies so fast.
And I worry everyday if I am teaching them everything they need to know. I think I will always worry. I think it’s a mother’s job. But I feel like right now I don’t want to miss those “last moments” with any of my kids. The last time the oldest asks for my opinion on something (or values it ;). The last time my middle girlie wants my advice on “what she should wear that day.” So even if those little things are frustrating and I feel like a broken record, I will answer them. Because I certainly don’t want to miss “the last time.”
P.S. I wrote some of my other homemaking thoughts on Facebook last week. HERE is the post if you want to read that one too.