It feels that just yesterday I was up at 3am feeding this guy wondering when he would sleep through the night. Now, he is a boy and sleeps in a bed and loves all things Buzz and Woody, trains, planes and automobiles. He hugs and kisses — tells me he loves me.
In fact I remember one specific night I was sitting on my couch in Georgia in the dark at 3am feeding him as a newborn. He, wide awake looking at me. Me thinking the sleeplessness would never pass. It did. As I looked at Grant all tucked in his new bed, I choked back the tears thinking how very quickly he was growing — another milestone before my eyes.
The sweet perspective I now have as a second-time mom is priceless. I find myself staring at Hudson now, knowing he is growing as I gaze.
I know I’ll turn around and they’ll be grown.
I’ll long for the nights I gently, sleepily whispered prayers for them as I fed and soothed them.
It’s so easy to get lost in the wanting to get to the next step, to get beyond a stage or a season in life for the “next” thing.
I am challenged to find joy in each season. In each moment. How about you?
Enjoyed reading this.. you are a wise young mom..for it is so much the truth!! Continue to cherish this time!
I wish our lil’ Buzz’s could go TorTing together this year. I totally am with you on this post! Intentionality is my first prayer every morning and my only goal everyday!!