Is It Just Me?

Or does it seem that babies grow up so fast? I had a rough pregnancy last time but I couldn't wait to meet my baby Caleb. They grow so fast. It's unbelievable.

Sometime I lay at night just thinking about how God trusted these little guys in my hands. Am I doing everything I know how to lead them back to Him?   Could I do more?  I know it's easy to get caught up in the day, the duties, diapers changes, problems, etc.  I think about what awesome responsibility I've been handed.

I know I have a HUGE room for improvement.  Of course.  I think about how scary it was for our parents.  I'm sure they had the same worries.  There were plenty of times I'm sure I kept my mom awake because she worried for me.  Worried about the friends I was choosing.  Worried about the choices I was making.  I know lots of prayers were said for me.

Sometimes I wonder why I put such an incredible responsibility on my shoulders but then I think about all the cuddles, the kisses, the discoveries, the playtimes.  Then I look at my house and I think "My goodness, my work is cut out for me today."  I sometimes weigh it out in my head.  My conclusion: No matter how much more work I create for myself by having 6 children, I know, and I remember, what it was like for me before kids.  There is just no comparison.  I'm so glad I chose to be a mom.  When I give time to find the positives instead of always seeing the work pile I have, it gives me the energy I need to roll up my sleeves and get back to work.  After all, washing dishes for two wasn't nearly so exciting as setting out a table for eight.

Is it just me that thinks about stuff like this?