(Have you noticed this?
There just aren't enough references
to old Lionel Richie songs in most blogs.)
There just aren't enough references
to old Lionel Richie songs in most blogs.)
It is a beautiful autumn afternoon
here in Middle Tennessee.
We have been so busy lately,
running here and there.
It has been a good busy, but even a good busy
can wear you down.
The house is very quiet.
Baby J is in his bed napping.
Big E is trying to keep
two Lego pieces from fighting
--at least that's what it sounds like
from across the room.
He's not having much success.
I keep hearing explosions and punches.
Lovely K is lost in a book she's been trying to
track down for weeks.
We finally found it yesterday and she
ran to it as soon as we got home this afternoon.
I love to see her excited about reading.
Sweet T is not with us.
He is spending the night
with a friend for the first time.
Funny how things change
(maybe it's me that's changing)
over time. I don't know that I would have
let Lovely K or Big E go spend the night with a buddy
when they were only four years old.
But they seemed younger at that age than Sweet T does.
Sweet T is so full of confidence and charisma.
He's ready to take on the world.
I don't worry about him when I am not with him.
I know he will stand up for himself
and speak his mind.
Part of me thinks of my children,
all four of them, as babies.
My babies.
But they really aren't.
Even Baby J, he's growing so fast.
He was ten months old yesterday--I went in to
check on him right after I laid him down in his bed
for a nap and he was just standing in the bed.
He looked so tall, not very much like a baby
but more like a little kid.
How quickly things change.
Makes me more aware that I need
to savor the moments that will never come again.
I need to embrace this time when everyone seems
so dependent on me
and demanding of me.
I have a feeling that there will be
future days where
I will wish that they needed me,
wanted me.
So tonight I have a Friday night
where my oldest son wants nothing more than to
build a Lego ship with his father and my daughter is
looking forward to spending
the evening with her grandmother.
This will not be the ideal Friday night in their mind
in a few years. I don't want us to let these
peaceful times slip through our fingers
unappreciated.
I don't ever want to miss the beauty
in these ordinary days.
here in Middle Tennessee.
We have been so busy lately,
running here and there.
It has been a good busy, but even a good busy
can wear you down.
The house is very quiet.
Baby J is in his bed napping.
Big E is trying to keep
two Lego pieces from fighting
--at least that's what it sounds like
from across the room.
He's not having much success.
I keep hearing explosions and punches.
Lovely K is lost in a book she's been trying to
track down for weeks.
We finally found it yesterday and she
ran to it as soon as we got home this afternoon.
I love to see her excited about reading.
Sweet T is not with us.
He is spending the night
with a friend for the first time.
Funny how things change
(maybe it's me that's changing)
over time. I don't know that I would have
let Lovely K or Big E go spend the night with a buddy
when they were only four years old.
But they seemed younger at that age than Sweet T does.
Sweet T is so full of confidence and charisma.
He's ready to take on the world.
I don't worry about him when I am not with him.
I know he will stand up for himself
and speak his mind.
Part of me thinks of my children,
all four of them, as babies.
My babies.
But they really aren't.
Even Baby J, he's growing so fast.
He was ten months old yesterday--I went in to
check on him right after I laid him down in his bed
for a nap and he was just standing in the bed.
He looked so tall, not very much like a baby
but more like a little kid.
How quickly things change.
Makes me more aware that I need
to savor the moments that will never come again.
I need to embrace this time when everyone seems
so dependent on me
and demanding of me.
I have a feeling that there will be
future days where
I will wish that they needed me,
wanted me.
So tonight I have a Friday night
where my oldest son wants nothing more than to
build a Lego ship with his father and my daughter is
looking forward to spending
the evening with her grandmother.
This will not be the ideal Friday night in their mind
in a few years. I don't want us to let these
peaceful times slip through our fingers
unappreciated.
I don't ever want to miss the beauty
in these ordinary days.
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