faith

the days are long but the years are short.

I have this quote on the wall in my laundry room that says,

“Today I will be thankful for all the little socks & the grass stained jeans & the endless piles of laundry. For there will come a day when the laundry basket is empty and these days will be profoundly missed.”

And I can say with great certainty that I will not miss the laundry one bit. I actually hate laundry.

But I will miss these days.

Sitting in my hammock on one of those early fall mornings we see in the Northeast-Midwest states, where the weather so agreeable at about 65 degrees, the sun is shining, and there’s a light breeze that rustles the leaves on the trees every so gently before they fall, I began to think about this.

I was unable to finish my coffee, and unable to relax and enjoy the cool morning breeze in peace. With my two youngest children sharing the space with me, I was instead, having my hair pulled and face pinched, having little shoulders and elbows dug into the softest, most sensitive spaces of my body, and being drilled will endless needs for milk refills. After the third request for my toddler to mind his knee elbow placement, I thought of my laundry quote and sort of rewrote it in my mind as I began to shift my perspective of the moment from the present to seeing it in light of my life in its entirety.

“Today I will be thankful for all the cold coffee & pulled hair & pointy elbows. For there will come a day when this hammock will be empty, but for me, and these days will be profoundly missed.”

As the old saying goes, “the days are long, but the years are short.” And every year, it’s like time moves faster. But when every day seems to last on and on, it’s really very hard to remember that.

But today, I’ll remember and reflect on this moment I shared with my boys as I stopped to smells the roses, and soak up their snuggles and pokes and kisses and drool. Because, already, just a few weeks on, sipping my hot coffee in the peace and quiet that my home only sees while they sleep, I miss them already.

And I know that someday, when they’re grown and off to their own things, I’ll miss, not only these kids, but all the chaos they brought with them so much.

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