1. Due to health factors we are most likely done adding to our family through pregnancy. (that might sound strange, but we are hoping to add to our family through adoption)
2. My "baby" who just turned 5 months is the size of a one year old.
(Yep, I'm the mom of "that baby" the one everyone looks at and says-"He is SO healthy!" a.k.a. chubby)
3. At this time next year I will be getting ready to send my oldest, Grace, to kindergarten.
I am especially feeling dread about the third one. Just the word kindergarten is enough to bring a tear to my eye. Well maybe not quite that bad. But, next summer kindergarten is sure to be a four-letter word at our house.
The fact is my kids are growing up. And as my mom keeps reminding me I wouldn't really want them to stay this age forever. So, instead of buying stock in Kleenex I'm trying to truly enjoy where we are at right now. I'm enjoying each trip to the zoo, play group, pool, etc. I'm enjoying each hand picked bouquet of flowers, specially colored picture, each snuggle as we read books, each tea party.
King Solomon new the truth God is making evident to me, "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot."
I am in a season of planting with my children. But, eventually their growing will slowly lead to "uprooting." I am seeing how clearly my kids growing up is going to "grow me up" too. Because with each bit of independence they gain I pray harder. With each new discipline challenge I am learning more patience. And ultimately I am seeing I'm not going to be able to hold on to my "not a big fan of change" mentality. God knows I still have a ways to go on that one. But, I'm sure I will have lots of learning opportunities as my little babies "grow like weeds!"
For now I plan on avoiding emotional meltdowns with the following strategy. If I feel a teary moment coming on I focus on things like the cost of diapers, sparse date nights, cleaning up puke, & two year old melt downs in public.... Try it. It might just work for you too.
But, even those aren't gonna work if I hear "Your Gonna Miss This" on the radio.
Grace, Faith, & Titus, I adore your dad and I LOVE being your mom! (Oh, And you can plan on me crying at your wedding... so don't say I didn't warn you.)