This afternoon, our 4 oldest children were outside while I was in the house feeding the baby and watching Seth (3 1/2) and Gloria (2) play together. It made me think of when my oldest 3 were little. Michael had just turned 3 one month before Anna was born and Cassia was only 14 months old. I know I thought it was difficult "way" back then, but today I was sad that I could barely remember that period of time. Why didn't I enjoy it more?
I constantly hear people say, "Enjoy them now. The years fly by and before you know it, they're grown." I'm already beginning to see that. I look at pictures of my oldest children. It doesn't seem like it's been that many years, but I see the baby fat in the picture and then look at the boy who's almost as tall as I am. I realize the sad truth - time is flying by.
Michael is going to be 10 in a month. It dawned on me a couple of weeks ago that my time with him is probably about half over. In 10 more years, he may be on his own. In 5-6 years, he'll be working and involved in a lot of things outside the home. At best, I have 10 years to make up for all the mistakes I've made so far. Only 10 years to do a better job. Only 10 years to make sure I haven't warped him forever. Only 10 years to train him and constantly remind him of my love for him. Only 10 years. And each year passes more quickly than the one before.
I can't get the years back. But, I can ENJOY today.