The other day, my one and a half year old woke up earlier than normal from his nap. As I grudgingly trudged up the stairs and entered his room, I could tell by his cries and the way he was rubbing his little eyes that he was still sleepy. So I scooped up both him and his blankie and we settled into the rocking chair. He snuggled in and laid his head on my shoulder.
And I realized that he hadn’t done that in a while. This cuddling and rocking used to be something we did every night, but now I couldn’t remember when the last time was that it actually happened.
My baby wasn’t a baby anymore. Now he was a squirmy toddler, always on the move. Yes, he still wanted to be held sometimes and climbed in my lap for stories, but it was different. He didn’t stay in my arms, he didn’t lay his head on my shoulder, he didn’t fall into that peaceful baby sleep in my arms anymore.
And I wondered, was this the last time? Was this the last time I would get to hold my sleeping baby?
If it was, I wanted to remember it! I wanted to remember every detail about it. I wanted to remember how sweet and precious that little face looked. I wanted to remember the way his little dimpled hand patted my back as he lay there. I wanted to remember the weight of him pressed into me and the simple delight that comes whenever my arms are wrapped around my sweet boy.
And as we sat there I prayed for him. I prayed for this already growing -too- fast boy who would one day be taller than me. I prayed for the man he would become. I asked God for blessing and protection on his life. I asked God for wisdom and guidance on how to be the mama this boy who challenges me daily needs me to be. I prayed that my boy would know the Lord, would know Him well, and would live a life that is pleasing and honoring to Him. And I prayed that when I was old and looked back on my years, that I would remember this moment.
Because these are the moments with my children that I want to remember. The feel of their little arms wrapped around my neck and their sweet little kisses. Their silly antics and all the laughing that we do. The exuberant joy they find in little things like caterpillars and puddles. The moments of getting to see them learn something new and the sense of accomplishment on their little faces. The moments of them genuinely loving and being so kind to each other. These are the moments worth remembering.
So often I just feel worn out, exhausted, and busy that I miss the beauty of these moments. And I actually want to remember those feeling too. I want to remember them so that down the road, when I see another young mom struggling in the grocery store or at church to keep it all together, I can remember how hard it is and offer her help and hope.
So on this Mother’s Day weekend sweet Mama, I encourage you take it all in, soak it all up- the good and the bad, the hard and the easy. It’s all a part of this crazy adventure called motherhood! Maybe without the struggles and the utter exhaustion we wouldn’t appreciate all those other wonderful moments as much!
You are doing good and important work! Thank you for all that you do! Happy Mother’s Day!!!PS- If being a mama just has you worn out, here’s another post you might appreciate! And if you still need a last minute gift, check out my Mother’s Day Gift Guide!