The blur of childhood.
It’s so easy to get weighed down with it. To worry about the laundry, cooking, glitter covering the dining room, runny noses, temper tantrums. So easy to forget to stop and enjoy everything else as it’s happening.
Part of the reason I’ve been posting every day is to take time each day to notice the good along with the bad. I hope that I share enough of both to show our day-to-day reality. Some days are bad. Some are indescribably good.
Will I look back on this time and remember only the bad stuff? No. I probably won’t give all the trouble much thought once it passes. What I will remember is Meg dancing in the living room, a frenetic ball of energy.
I’ll remember Blythe singing “You Are My Sunshine” to me.
I’ll remember Cate’s great report card, and her excitement about getting a “+” in PE.
I’ll remember the giggling fit tonight when Cate and Meg discovered that a pirate’s treasure is also referred to as “booty.”
I need to buck up, and wade through the messiness as best I can, because it’s not going to last. I’m going to miss every second of it.