Hormones are a funny, unpredictable thing. Especially, those pregnancy ones.
You know the ones where you find yourself crying over the most random of things.
Like misplacing your favorite comfy shorts. The only ones that fit.
Or, putting your four year old to bed then turning to your husband and saying, “You do know she won’t always be sleeping down the hall from us. One day, she’ll be all grown up and out on her own.”
Then, you just start sobbing.
Yeah. Those hormones.
But, my thoughts and tears of my children growing up are very real. Truth is, I am loving this season in my life. I love it so much that if I could pause time, I think I would. When I first found out I was pregnant, my initial response was “Wow. I’m starting over with the baby stuff all over again.” Then, it hit me. I will blink, and this little one (making me so weepy right now) will be in Kindergarten.
Time doesn’t slow for anyone. And, I can’t press pause. There are different seasons in life. This is mine. One day my season will look much different. I won’t be picking up light sabers and Webkins every day and putting them back in their respective places. Pop Tarts will be a thing of the past. A little girl won’t make up her own song at bed time and sing it to me. A little boy won’t wrap his arms around my neck and pull me closer to him.
My house will be quiet.
But, that little boy and little girl will be fulfilling the call of God in their lives.
One day that little boy will read the scriptures and become overwhelmed by how great God is like I do.
One day, that little girl will hold her own child in her arms and know exactly what I feel when I kiss her sweet face goodnight.
They will experience a new season.
I will experience a new season.
And, God will still be at the center of it all.
To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
– The Byrds