08/04/2022
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𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦,
taking showers, warm and steady rain droplets awakening our skin, with little faces smushed up against the glass asking us to draw letters with steam. Never alone.
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦,
rushed mornings after sleepless nights sitting in a rocking chair nursing. Yelling while handing older children breakfast bars on their way out the door. And not feeling enough.
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦,
having someone always on us and tripping over toys because hanging children block the view of where we’re going.
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦,
the houseful of middle schoolers and teenagers hanging out after dance or soccer and eating half the house.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵.
We’ll miss needy arms reaching up for us.
We’ll miss the light that fills our children’s eyes when they see us walk into a room.
We’ll miss being the last person they want to see every night and the first person they ask for every morning.
We’ll miss the empty cabinets of food.
𝘞𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.
Because everything in motherhood is just a phase, and there's comfort in that at times.
But that means once it’s over,
it’s over.
And we can't see it day-to-day, but time’s moving, and our children are constantly changing.
We only have one chance to know our toddler, elementary-aged kid, middle schooler, and high schooler.
And no season's enjoyable every moment, but they're all fleeting.
So, yes, it’s just a phase,
but then
….𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵.
📸: This Mama Doodles ....................................................
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