We were walking out of church today, Luke sandwiched in between us, each of us holding one of his hands as we headed out to the car. A family - a mom, dad, and two teenagers, walked past us and the mom just smiled and said, "I miss those days."
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days
Hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
~Trace Adkins
I am going to remind myself of these words every day. I will miss these days with Luke. I will look back at him in 10, 20, 30 years and wonder where the time has gone. And I hope that I won't look back at these days with regret. Regret that I got frustrated too often, or that I didn't show him how much I love him. Regret that I didn't get in the floor and play with him enough, or that I didn't expand his horizons and show him that he can be anything he sets his mind to. Regret that I spend the whole time waiting for him to go to sleep, instead of enjoying the time that he was awake.
I think it is so easy for us to belittle ourselves and assume we are horrible mothers. I find myself falling for that trap way too much. I think of all the things I'm not doing with Luke that I should be, and I wonder if he would be better off with someone other than me. But here's the thing...that is a LIE! As long as Luke knows that I love him unconditionally, and that I will be there for him no matter what, I am being a wonderful mom - the only mom Luke will need or want.
Just when I am at my weakest, when I'm sure that there's no way I can continue being a mom, God shows me that I CAN. He sends me little reminders that I need to stop taking everything so seriously and that I need to relax, trust in Him, and ENJOY MY TIME WITH LUKE.
The latest reminder came tonight at bedtime. Nate was holding him and they said "goodnight" to all Luke's stuffed animals and bobbleheads. Then they came to say goodnight to me, and Luke reached his arms out for me to hold him. I kissed his forehead and told him goodnight and that I loved him, and he just melted in my arms. This NEVER happens! Usually he's trying to get in the crib. Instead, he layed his head against my chest and just let me hold him. I don't think we've had a good snuggle like that since I stopped breastfeeding him when he turned a year old. I was not going to turn it down so I sat down in the rocker and held him until my arms fell asleep - the kid is heavy! All I could think was 'Enjoy this. Soak it all up. Who knows when it will happen again'.
I hope I never forget that moment where Luke reached out to me. I hope that I can take these difficult toddler years one day at a time and get the most out of them. Because Trace Adkins is right - these are some good times. And I'm going to miss them when they're gone.


































