I was looking at some old photos of my niece who is off to Azusa Pacific for her first year of college in a couple of weeks. I am getting weepy about the entire thing. I love Lindsay like she is my own. I have watched her grow up- from babysitting her, to taking her places to hanging out to really loving the beautiful, amazing, Godly young woman she is. I find it utterly impossible that the sweet little girl I played Little Mermaid in the pool with is now going off to college.
I think the thing that shocks me the most is how quickly the time passed. It seems like just yesterday I was holding this sweet little bundle in my arms, and now she is off to college. Then, her brother, the amazing Taylor, is going to be a sophmore in high school. That shocks me again. The little guy I played Stan the Garbage Truck Man.. with and giggled when he sang Baby Baluuuugaaaaa…..and finished it with a "thank you" like a regular lounge singer at the age of 3. Then watching him use his amazing gifts in singing, piano playing and acting, I am in awe. But that just makes me realize how quickly this life passes.
I look then to my own family. My children are growing everyday and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I cherish every time Jack still needs me to comfort him, or Sammy cries about a small fall, or Katie Mei calls out "hug, kiss, Mama". There is just nothing sweeter. I know the days of these small children being in our home are numbered. Yes, we will move on to bigger kid issues and blessings and giggles, but the little sounds and tastes will be missed.
I then realized how often I take for granted the time I have been given as their mom. The daily grind of motherhood often chips away at my sanity and my emotions. How many more fights can I break up? How many more poopy diapers do I have to change? How many more time outs will I have to grit my teeth through? And yet, when I look at my neice and nephew, I realize it. Not enough. Never enough. I need to look at my children as the amazing gifts they are.
So to my sweet Lindsay and Taylor, thank you. Thank you for letting me be a part of your lives. You are both amazing people who I am honored to know. Please know that I will be constantly and consistently lifting you up in prayer. I also want you to know that if you ever need someone to sing "Stan the garbage truck Man…" with or tell you "If I were a man with a mustache, people would say, ‘there goes that guy with a mustache"" with….I will always be here. I love you.