Some Day…

In the last couple of weeks, I’ve had some extra opportunities to do fun, special stuff with the kids. And in that, God has made me keenly aware of how fleeting these moments are.

My sweet boy goes into 6th grade next year. Here, 6th grade is its own campus. Not part of elementary school, but not quite middle school yet. Next year my sweet girl goes into Kindergarten. Today, they both still enjoy when I show up at the schools for something. Today, they still ask if I’ll please come to the party or the field trip. Today, I don’t embarrass them. Today, they’ll still give me a hug and a kiss in front of their friends. They’ll even both still initiate the hug or kiss.

But soon those moments will become less and less. It’s a natural part of the growing up process. And in a lot of ways I’m looking forward to the next stages. Where our conversations are more grown up. Where the public affection will happen less often, but have more significant meaning. Where I’ll begrudgingly be allowed to tag along on a class trip.

I look forward to them because I know that it’s all part of growing up. It’s all part of how my relationship with my kids will change and grow as they grow. I know there will be things I miss, but I know there will be unexpected things that I love, too. But today, in this moment, I love where we are. I love being there. I love being wanted. I love that their friends like me and want me around or want to be at our house. I love taking silly pictures at the bowling alley or the pumpkin patch. I love snuggling on the couch with a re-run of Good Luck Charlie. I love help in the kitchen and playing word games. I love family devotions with a kids Bible. I love late night board games with big brother after little sister is tucked in bed. I love being present. Not just being here, but being present in the every day. I love that God has allowed me to be aware of how fleeting this time is.

Some day they’ll grow up and need me less, need me differently. But today, this day, I’m here and I love it.

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