There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens. Ecclesiastes 3:1
My oldest son stands tall as he walks up to me in the kitchen, eagerly displaying his ever-growing stature. Just two more inches and he’ll be taller than me.
It seems like just yesterday when my world was turned upside down, the day he was born, the day I knew I would never be the same. Love, a totally new kind, had hit me, knocking me completely off my feet, and sweeping me away into a new land. A land I’d only dreamed about til then. I had wanted to become a mother so badly, and knew I would love my baby, but I had no idea that my heart could feel as if it were going to break because it was so full of love for this amazing new creation.
Captivated. So in awe. I spent hours staring at every detail of my new baby.
The tiny fingers, and the way they could all wrap around just one of mine.
Those toes. They were edible, weren’t they?
The sound of his breath, and the way it felt against my cheek. Heaven on earth.
It’s so hard to believe that he is almost a man. That he’s talking about career, and owning his own business, and no longer about karate or Imaginext.
No longer do I find him tying shoelaces to GI Joes and hanging them from doorknobs or over bunkbeds. No longer does he dress up in undershirts, Batman undies, a pirate patch over one eye, with a belt and light saber on each hip.
That season is passed.
There are so many seasons in life. For all people, in all stages of life.
And if you’re a mother, you already know how quickly those seasons change.
Struggling with lack of sleep? It’s a short phase.
Sick of diapers? It won’t last forever.
Tired of cleaning up the same old messes? You’ll look back on this time someday as blessed.
Whatever phase of life that you’re in right now as a mother, remember to enjoy it, moms.
It’s a season.