By guest blogger & Smarty Mom, Stephanie Blanton
So much in life cannot be taught. We must experience it in order to really learn. When you first become a parent, people warn you, “They grow up so fast. Enjoy it.” You smile and nod. But it is not until you experience parenthood that you come to appreciate the truth in those words. The days are long but the years are short, they say. Yes, there seems to be countless days when the workload is endless, and you just can’t see the forest for the trees. You go through the motions with this misguided concept that your children will always be there in the midst of your home and all its chaos.
So we march through our routines daily, often with some exhaustion and frustration. Like when bed time comes. You think you have your babies down for the night. There is laundry to be folded and a dishwasher to empty. Perhaps you might even have 30 minutes for yourself. But then…
“I need some water”.
“Ok. Here you go. Goodnight.”
“You forgot to say snug as a bug in a rug”
“No I didn’t. (sigh.) Okay. We’ll do it again…snnnnug as a bug…in a rug.”
“I just wanted to say that I love you…and you have pretty hair.”
It is in those moments that the tears come to your eyes and you pray to God that it will never end. Even the work. Even the frustration. Yet somewhere in the back of your mind, you are smart enough to know it all will. All those people who warned you — they are right. It is a passing through. The day will come all too soon when there is no more snug as a bug in a rug. When he no longer thinks his mommy has the prettiest hair he’s ever seen.
It is our nature as humans, and particularly as Americans of the 21st Century, to want to speed through life. It seems the objective of our society is to accelerate the pace of everything in our paths. But in doing so, we’re losing some of the meaning. Too often I am guilty of rushing through the motions, and in the process, losing sight of the fleeting preciousness in my midst.
So I try to remember the lessons in the clarity I glimpse along the way. In the unusual stillness of those nights, standing in front of the closed bedroom door with the tears in my eyes. These are the days of our lives. Don’t assume it will always be this way, and savor the preciousness.