The other day, Brayden declared it was time for me to stop telling him what to do. I simply responded with, "You've got ten more years of me telling you what to do."
You see, my Brayden is going to be 8 in a mere 10 days.
It's funny how those little moments can sometimes be the big ones.
After this short conversation with Brayden, I realized that no...in fact, he doesn't really have 10 years of me telling him what to do. I'm probably lucky if I get another 8 years. It all came rushing to me - how quickly the past 8 years have gone...and how quickly the next 10 might pass me by.
How do you reconcile with your heart? I want my children to grow and learn. I want them to bloom into successful adults. I want so much for him...for both of them. At the same time, I want to keep them just the way they are. My babies. The kids who want me to kiss their boo-boos...the kids that yell in the middle of the night because of a bad dream...the little boy that occasionally looks back at his momma during the baseball game just to see if she's watching.
Tomorrow is Mother's Day. I am so very thankful for my Mom. She is an utterly amazing woman - giving, loving, thoughtful. She loves her grandbabies, which only magnifies my love for her. Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I love you. Thanks for taking on the love, tears, joy, and fears of being a Mother.
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