Fleeting

I am awed every day by my children. It is difficult on some days in some moments not to cry - they are growing up so fast. Everyone tells you that, but it didn't truly sink in for me until I could really feel it.

It is wonderful and so much fun to continue getting to know them, to learn what they like and are interested in , to listen to their thoughts and ideas, to see what they create. Their creativity and humor and compassion amaze me. It is an honor and a privilege to be a part of their lives.

Our oldest child told me yesterday that she can tell I really love being a mommy. Her words were a kind reassurance that on some days, in some small way, I am getting the message across to them that they mean the world to me.

There are some moments I find myself wishing I could make everything stop, and just hold that moment. Feeling that little hand in mine, hearing that laugh I love so much, watching her dance, and hearing her tell that joke again, watching him take his first halting, unsteady steps. I hope and pray every day that they will be safe and happy and feel loved. And I want them to know I am there for them always, no matter what, and that I love them to the moon and back, and even more than that.