The Time Will Come

Sometimes when you have toddlers in the house, you feel like you never get a minute to yourself. You feel like your whole day consists of someone hanging on you, someone wanting to sit on your lap while you to read to them, someone wanting your attention while they display their latest trick, or someone wanting to talk and talk with you about a whole lot of not that much. Just last night, Mark and I were eating our dinner on the deck watching the kids play in the back yard when he looked over and said, "Can you even imagine the time when they won't want to have anything to do with us?" In some time in the probably not so distant future, I have a feeling we'll look back at these days wishing our kids still wanted to sit and talk with us all the time, still wanted us to see everything they were doing, still wanted us to cheer them on for their latest accomplishments, and still wanted to spend time with us the most.

I guess that means I need to take the advice of so many older women who happen to be standing in line with me at the grocery store, Target, or wherever when they look at me there with the two kids, ask how old they are, comment on their antics, and then say, "Enjoy it now. These years go so fast, then they're gone forever."