I know I haven’t blogged much, or actually any at all, for the past 6 months or so. I don’t know why. It’s not that I haven’t had anything to talk about. We’ve flipped a couple more houses, sold our personal home and moved into a rental, and are in the middle of building our “forever home”. Our contracting and design business has grown leaps and bounds this calendar year. We’ve traveled and made plenty of fun memories and I’ve documented it all in my diary…seriously. I’ve had a diary since 2001 and it holds hundreds to maybe over a thousand entries documenting all of my life including all of the important stuff and lots of the small stuff too.
I guess I just haven’t felt “inspired” to blog on a more public platform. But today as we were sitting on the beach with our kiddos something nearly knocked the breath right out of me and I knew I needed to write about it.
We take a fall beach trip every year. It’s actually our favorite time to go. It’s not hot and not crowded. You get the beach basically all to yourself. It’s warm enough to play and enjoy the beach without sweat pouring down your face or having to worry too much about sunscreen and umbrellas.
We arrived last night and got out to the actual beach this afternoon. We brought our chairs out to the sand and were letting the boys run and play. They were hunting for treasures with their metal detectors. I was sitting talking to my parents and brother while Nathan was hunting for treasures with our boys.
Every time they found a cool treasure or shell they would bring it to me while beaming with pride and say, “Look what I found just for you Mama”. Of course my mama heart loves hearing those words from them. I save all the treasures, always. (I’ve been known to save old leaves and weeds until they’ve literally disintegrated.)
And then it happened. Maverick ran up to me with a new found treasure and handed it to me. Before he ran off I asked for a kiss and he happily leaned in and gave me a little kiss on the lips. As he started to head back to treasure hunting he said, “Can’t stay for long!” and then he ran off to meet back up with his Daddy.
It hit me like a ton of bricks. I just sat there and thought that he’d never said a truer statement. He doesn’t get to stay for long…none of my babies do. Nathan and I were just talking about this the other day. We get 18 years, at best, with them before they head into the world on their own. I used to think that was a long time. It felt like forever. But now I realize that it’s far too short. My oldest babies start kindergarten next year and I can hardly stand the thought of it. It seriously seems like we were sitting in the NICU with them yesterday. Time is a thief and has a way of making the difficult moments dissolve into years and then suddenly you’re left with nothing but memories.
I try to enjoy all the moments. The good ones but also the really trying ones too because I know that they only get to be with me for a short while. I know that one day they will leave and they will each have a wife and a family of their own. That’s hard to think about right now. They still tell me that they want to marry me when they grow up, and I’m always happy to tell them that I’d love to! I’m thrilled to be the most important woman in their life right now, but it won’t be that way forever.
So for now, I’ll keep making memories and savoring every moment that I’m privileged to be with them because I know that they “can’t stay for long” and it makes everything else seem less important.