Enjoying the Seasons of Life

 

        Probably about 5 years ago, my mom gave me a cute little glass leaf with a note that read:  "Enjoy the Seasons of Your Life".    I had two tiny kids and one on the way.  I read the note, thought it was nice, and didn't think about it again.  After all, I was so busy LIVING the life of changing diapers, cleaning crayon off the wall, wiping messy faces, making cookies, reading to my kids, and trying to get them to stay in their beds that I didn't have much time to sit and think about life at all.  

 

        Fast forward 5 years.   I have a 3rd grader, a 2nd grader and a soon-to-be 5-year-old.    Now that the kids are back in school; the days are pretty quiet.   I was looking back through some old videos awhile back.  There was one where my kids were all sitting around the kitchen table (well, Hyrum,who was probably a year old, was in his pajamas trying to climb up on the table).   Kennedy was telling some story, her hair all dissheveled and she had big, round cheeks and Matt was sitting there eating crackers in a duck costume, no less.    Oh how I miss those days.  The lazy days when no one got their hair combed and stayed in their p.j.'s indefinitely.   Days that were full of dressing up in costumes and dancing around the house.   I was telling my mom how much I miss those days of just being home and not running here and there.   She quickly reminded me of sleepless nights, diaper changing, and constant messes on the floors.   I'm glad that I remember the good from that season in my life. 

 

     I don't feel prepared for the season I've found myself in now.   I sort of thought my kids would stay little forever or that more babies would join us.   So, I am trying to find my peace in this season of life.  I am looking for the good and trying to figure out what I should be doing (mostly with Hyrum).   Yesterday, we went to feed the geese by the river.  That is definitely an activity that is more enjoyable in this season of my life than in seasons past.   It was the perfect day, we fed the geese, we strolled along the river and we chatted.   Hyrum told me that he wants to be a mom when he grows up.  I reminded him that boys grow up to be dads.   He decided being a dad would be okay because they get to play golf.  (I'm so curious where he learned that as Layne hasn't golfed in a long time).   It was nice day.  Different, but nice.