“You will miss it one day”, said the lady who looked as if she had it all together.
I gave her a polite smile as I dragged my two screaming babies out of Target in my now juice covered shirt and throbbing head, thinking to myself…. that lady has lost her every lasting mind. What would make me miss this very moment?
As I sat in my car (praising the Lord we made it out alive), I stared in the rearview mirror at the two perfect little people God picked specifically for me. I watched them as they drifted off to sleep, and I heard the woman’s words “You will miss it one day.”
As my eyes filled up with water…it dawned on me …. like a ton of bricks smacked me upside the head….that woman is a genius. I should have thanked her. I should have knelt on the floor and chanted “I’m not worthy” (Wayne’s World style) to the random wise woman in Target. I should have asked for her number…. I should have given her my address to mail me a letter every day of the year to remind me that I WILL most definitely miss this.
As young moms, we tend to live for the next milestone. We wake up wondering… is this the day?? The day they’ll say their first word? The day they’ll finally get the concept of the potty? We wait on them to transition from cooing to talking, diapers to potties, crawling to walking, and bottles to cups. It’s hard to slow down and remind ourselves that when that change comes… we will miss the present.
I will miss my babies crying and running to me for comfort (one day I will hear their cries, and I may not be the one they run to)
I will miss stepping on that same car and hopping around on one foot because one day those cars will soon fade.
I will miss changing their diapers because it is one of their ways that they actually need me.
I will miss kissing their scrapes and bruises (especially when they milk it and lay it on real thick).
I will miss my kids throwing their food on the floor. One day I will look up, and they won’t be at the table with me having dinner.
I will miss the messes and permanent stains around the house because those are the memories that are meant to be kept.
I will miss waking up at 7:00 even if I didn’t get much sleep the night before. One day those snuggles won’t be there for me to soak up.
I will miss them crying because they wan’t to be held all day (even if my arm is literally about to fall off)…. one day I won’t be able to hold them.
I will miss being the one that they greet with a run and hug because one day it will no longer be me.
I will miss the long road trips that consists of us stopping every 30 minutes because one day they’ll occupy themselves … right now they want me… and that’s okay.
I will miss giving them baths because one day I won’t get to enjoy their imaginations as they play with the water animals or bath their own baby dolls.
I will miss the responsibility of taking care of my babies because one day…. they will take on that responsibility, and mom’s heart will break in tiny little pieces.
And when that day comes…. I will become the lady in Target saying to the new mom “You will miss it one day”.
1 Chronicles 29: 11- Thine, O Lord, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty; for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O Lord, and thou art exalted as head above all.
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