Have you ever heard the saying, “The days are long but the years are short”? This describes motherhood perfectly I think. There are days that are oh, so long. But then we look back and wonder where the time has gone!
My days are so long right now. I have a 3 month old, a 2 year old, a 3 year old, a 5 year old, a 5 ½ year old, and an 8 year old. Makes me tired just typing that out.
My mornings start at about 6am, and it’s off to the races – I’m on my feet all day long, it seems, running from here to there, wiping noses, changing diapers, making meals, cleaning messes, teaching children, and every few hours I actually get to sit down and nurse the baby. And then it’s back up and at em again, and sometimes it feels that the days will never end. I fall into bed around 10pm, knowing I’ll be up in a couple hours to nurse the baby.
But you know what I’ve learned over the past few years? The days turn into weeks, the weeks turn into months, the months turn into years, and then, they are so much bigger! That baby who is keeping me up at night right now will be learning his ABC’s before long. That 2 year old who gets into everything (and perhaps should be renamed Curious George) will be reading soon. That 5 year old who is tracking mud through the house will be graduating before I know it.
The days are long, but the years are so short.
So I will try to relish this season. Because that’s what it is, isn’t it?
“To everything there is a season…” (Eccl. 3:1).
The seasons come and go. No season lasts forever. They are always changing.
So, when I’m feeling weary and I think these days will NEVER END, I remind myself that this too shall pass. Enjoy the postives of this season, and know that the negatives will be over soon.
And all too soon, the season will be over, never to return again.
And when they are all grown, I will reminisce on how wonderful it all was. And how I wish that for just one day, I could go back in time and wipe those little noses, and change those stinky diapers, and clean up their muddy messes.