Then I looked over at my baby. Walking and climbing and full of personality, he will turn one year old this month. Where did my sweet newborn go?
Recently my husband and I made this growth chart for our children.
As I transferred their measurements to the new chart, I found myself holding back tears. It was like watching them grow up all over again.
It was hard to remember my older ones when they only came up to my knee. I looked at my little ones knowing that they are growing just as fast.
Every day the kids back up to the chart and measure each other to see how much they have grown in a day. All I want to do is hold on tight and keep them little.
Yes, these days are long, but the years are flying by.
My husband and I do talk about the future. We dream of the days when the children are independent and it's just us again. But we also want to live fully in this moment. These little years have been overflowing with joy and laughter. They have kept us busy, running non-stop on little sleep. But these years have taught us so much about ourselves and our love.
I know they will be over before we know it. There is so much that I want to teach my children, so much I want for them. I find myself scrambling, feeling like this precious time is slipping away.
But that's where I cling to grace.
I fail them. I don't have the answers...or the patience. I may run out of time before they fly. But I'm holding on to God's promise that His grace is enough.
"All your children shall be taught by the Lord, and great shall be the peace of your children." ~Isaiah 54:13