Mother's Day Reflections

Yesterday was Mother's Day and I was a ball of tears from beginning to end. 

It was strange. I was so happy with everything that happened yesterday, but for some reason I was reminded of how few years we have with our children when they are so little. I keep looking at the 4 year old and wondering where his chubby little baby hands went and who decided he could sport those long, gangly legs. No one asked my permission to make time go by so quickly. 

To add insult to injury, they did a special blessing at our church for the high school kids who are graduating this year. So, while I was holding my almost 1 1/2 year old, I was looking at this line of parents, each one of them looking at their child surely wondering how they got to this point. Weren't they just baptized last year? 

For a moment, I felt intense anxiety about all of this. OK, more than a moment. A few hours, really. But then we sat down at a restaurant for an early dinner and right next to us I spotted a teenage son having dinner with his mother. (Never mind that he was messing around with his smart phone for much of the meal. I chose to ignore that because my kids won't be that way. Right? RIGHT?!?) Anyway, seeing that made me realize that there will be so much to look forward to as I watch my boys grow up and feeling sad about the time that is passing so quickly will not help me embrace each and every moment with them to its fullest. 

Braden blew me a kiss for the first time yesterday. Riley told me he thinks I'm beautiful all the time, no matter what. And those sweet, honest, moments will keep happening if I keep looking for them.