Torn between wishing my children could just stay little
And wishing they could JUST GROW UP!
Is it any wonder that I feel these sentiments? That I love the precious snuggles, lisping speech, "mom is everything" phase? While also struggling to love the enormous amount of work, utter dependence, and lack of sleep?
At times, oh so badly, I wish they were not so dependent. I wish they could just do something, ANYTHING for themselves. And to hear something else come from their mouths that's not, "MOOOOM, can you
But nope. Right now it's all about momdependence. And maybe it's not so crazy to wish for a little less of it.
Or is it?
Cause when I think of their sweet little voices saying, "Moooooooom, can you snuggle, read, hold, love, craft, tickle, nurse, make, feed, hug me??" something in my heart just melts and bursts with joy over how much I LOVE this phase.
The next stage of life is both longed for and cried over.
I never knew being a mom would make me crazy like that.
Lord, give me the strength and wisdom to love every minute, and to live each one for your glory.