Seasons

                            

            "Don't waste the season of life you are in now because you want the next one to come"

 I'm currenlty repeating this in my head daily. I find myself saying things like "Oh I can't wait till ...."

Of course I'm really looking forwad to certain milestones, such as Nash fully sleeping through the night or the day Arlo wont say something smart-assy in response to a simple instruction. 

 There are some days that are worse than others and on those days I feel myself wishing for the next season. Which I know is pointless because in every season there is going to be those bad days. I don't want to wish away my days with my children and then suddenly wake up and realize no one is needing me anymore. 

 Don't get me wrong, our biggest goals for our children is that they grow up to be responsible and contributing members of their community and to be independent. The day when they are all on their own will be exciting and also a bit sad. I know it will come all to quickly too. I already think it's crazy that we have a 7 year old who is almost half way through 2nd grade. It goes fast and you don't realize it. 

 I love this picture of Nate and I from a summer concert a couple of years ago. It was such a fun night, with friends and probably a little to much to drink but it was probably one of my favorite summers of my adult life. So much has changed since this picture was snapped both good and bad. I have this picture hanging on our fridge because I need that reminder during the difficult days that the good days are still coming. Maybe even as soon as tomorrow or next week, they will return. 

 I'm pretty confident in that since I married a man I love and who puts up with me on a daily basis. We have 3 children who are all so different and we still have so much to learn from them as well as watch how they grow into themselves. We have supportive family and friends who we consider family. 

 The sleepless nights will subside, the angry 4 year old will get easier to tame (fingers crossed), the 7 year old will eventually learn to focus and there will be another summer concert that I get to love all over my husband, while making someone take our picture. So until then I will keep reminding myself that only Nate and I can give Nash what he needs at 2am and those extra rocking sessions will soon be over. That I am confident enough as Arlo's mom to know how to get him through this stage. That Cecelia's lack of focus also provides her with a wild imagination that will all to soon fade along with her childhood. That until I get my hot summer date with my husband, cold nights on the couch watching Netflix also has it's benefits. Silver lining and all that.