Where does the time go? As I sit here writing this I am thinking about all the times our kids have had a "first." Their first bath, their first giggle, their first steps, their first words, the first time they looked at me and said, "mommy," the first time they sat up by themselves, and now they all start a new chapter: first day of grade two, first day of preschool and first day as the only child at home.
I am so proud of each of my children and it never ceases to amaze me how quickly I can lose sight of the big picture. As the beginning of school approaches, I find myself getting apprehensive about all the changes that are going to take place. I dread having to get up early every morning so I can get each of the kids ready for school. I dread all the time that has to be put into making sure that lunches are packed, papers are filled out, permission slips are signed, and homework is finished. I dread the fact that every day that goes by means we have a few minutes less daylight and a few more of darkness. I find myself having to remind myself each morning that every time I get up, I am getting them ready to begin the building process of the rest of their lives. Each day that I get up, I am helping them work on gaining the tools necessary to live their lives in this society and also for God.
Each day I get up, I am helping them get one step closer to their next "first."
I am so proud of each of my children and it never ceases to amaze me how quickly I can lose sight of the big picture. As the beginning of school approaches, I find myself getting apprehensive about all the changes that are going to take place. I dread having to get up early every morning so I can get each of the kids ready for school. I dread all the time that has to be put into making sure that lunches are packed, papers are filled out, permission slips are signed, and homework is finished. I dread the fact that every day that goes by means we have a few minutes less daylight and a few more of darkness. I find myself having to remind myself each morning that every time I get up, I am getting them ready to begin the building process of the rest of their lives. Each day that I get up, I am helping them work on gaining the tools necessary to live their lives in this society and also for God.
Each day I get up, I am helping them get one step closer to their next "first."
First day of preschool. Can you tell he was excited?!?
First day of grade 2. 
2 comments:
Awe....that was so cute:) It makes me sad as an Aunt that they are growing up so fast!!!!
So profound!and so sad! and so exciting! Trust me, I'm enjoying some alone time and it won't be long before you get some too.
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