Sometimes I pause for a moment and am overwhelmed with gratitude for all I have been given. It's usually followed by a moment of panic as I start to think about what could go wrong because I can't possibly deserve all these good things. But let's stick to the feelings of thankfulness, shall we?
Whenever John-Paul starts a bath for the baby, or Andrew reminds me to sign a permission slip, or Eamon puts on his shinguards and cleats by himself, or Maggie reads her own bedtime story, or Alexander walks around entertaining himself, I think, how on Earth did we get here?
Back when I had four babies aged 4 and under, there were so many days when I would be cutting up somebody's food while breastfeeding a baby while trying to get a toddler to stop hitting his brother, and I would think that this was never.going.to.end. Those moms who told me to appreciate my time at home with my littles because the "days fly by" couldn't have been more annoying.
The days did not fly by. I would glance at the clock every ten minutes counting down to when Phil could get home and rescue me. And I had it lucky, because he would get home around 3:30 and I would be ready with my shoes on to go do something...anything that required me to be alone. Trips to the grocery store or Target or the post office or even a dentist appointment became a highly anticipated event. On the days I had no errands to run, I would literally run away from it all and clear my head through exercise.
Those days were so long.
But the years were so fast.