How long will it last?
How many more times will I hear, "can we cuddle"?
How many more times will I be asked to read a story?
How many more times will I be able to hold their little hand in mine?
How many times will I get to save the day or be the person needed to mend a wound?
I don't know...
What I do know is, this season of my life isn't going to last forever. My days of being number 1 are numbered and my heart breaks in anticipation of that.
I know there will come a time when I won't be needed, when I will be more of an embarrassment than I care to know. I know a day will come when I will not have their wet kisses on my cheeks and their sticky fingerprints on my countertops. I know the day will come when I won't hear "mom" yelled 1,555,555,555 times. I know this part of my life won't last forever, and there are some days when I have tied a knot at the end of my rope and I feel like I'm barely hanging on, but those days pale in comparison to the days of cuddles and conversations.
So, for today and the next today's I get, I will hold their hand. I will kiss their cheek, and memorize every freckle and every giggle. I will appreciate each and every moment and know that I am blessed beyond measure. I am a mom and I am deep in this season of my life where chaos reigns and time never slows down.