As a mom, how do I be okay with watching my little ones just grow up and move away. I sit here at 1am, looking at photos of acquaintances and their kids, realizing that I only blinked and they're grown. Why does time have to go so fast? Why? Can't we hold onto time just a little longer? In 2 months I'll have a 14 and 15 year old. Did I do enough? Did I show them the love of Christ through me? Do they really know I'd give my life for them if I had to? Not just in serving my family but in every way. How do I let go? Now I understand that look on my mom's face the day I moved out of her house into my little apartment. Her baby was leaving...
|Chaz (6) at school|
|A bored Chaz (14) sitting through a lecture at a school|
It felt so safe when all my kids were 10 and younger. No need for driving lessons, high school, and no teenage hormones to deal with. It was simple before. I only had to worry about toys, pj's, favorite snacks, and teasing.
|Kyle (3), Ryan (5), Chaz (6) being silly|
This pic above is how young they were around the time I started this blog. :D
How is it that some parents are so happy their kids are grown and gone. I'm still sitting here reminiscing with their old favorite blankies and telling them funny stories from when they were small. I'm only 36. I can understand when people say they feel so young, yet their bodies show everyone else their real age. I still remember dreaming of the day I'd get married and have a little girl named Ashley. Now I have a Chaz, Ryan, Kyle, Ivy, Ashley, Caleb, Juliet, and Jaxon. Ashley made it on that list. Right there in the middle. Surrounded by love. Who knew I'd get blessed so many times over? I could never of imagined.
|Ryan (13) saying hi through our cameras while daddy was away on business trip|