Sometimes I read someone else’s words in a blog, and realize they are exactly how I feel, but don’t even know it yet.
I’m no expert with words, and I know that my writing isn’t anything to, well, write home about…but this place is mine and I want to remember these tid-bits from the internet.
To re-read, and re-interpret later in life. Truly soak up the feelings that I could never really articulate.
From Dear Baby:
I am supremely aware that I have a finite amount of time while my children are tiny. Their future friends and partners and life experiences are all waiting for a share of their attention. They need so much from me right now but the day will come when I find myself again with time to spare, side projects to start and new passions to explore. Until then, I’m throwing everything I’ve got at this. I’m soaking up this time to exist as the center of their worlds. I haven’t lost myself completely to motherhood, but I sure as hell am enjoying being consumed with it.
I think it’s important that we, as parents, remember that these kiddos of ours are not ours forever (or ours at all, kind of on loan from the Good Lord above). They’re ours to raise, teach, love…and then let go.
That makes me breathe fast just thinking about it, but I feel if I start preparing myself now for that day when Paden leaves this nest and flies – maybe, just maybe I won’t be a hot mess (not likely).
Until then…I will soak up every last second of motherhood.