{"id":8225,"date":"2014-08-21T07:00:07","date_gmt":"2014-08-21T14:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ladyslittleloves.com\/?p=8225"},"modified":"2014-08-21T07:00:07","modified_gmt":"2014-08-21T14:00:07","slug":"counting-backwards-cherished-years-left","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livingwithlady.com\/2014\/08\/counting-backwards-cherished-years-left.html","title":{"rendered":"Counting Backwards-The Years Left"},"content":{"rendered":"
Sometimes I get frustrated with my kids and with my role as a stay-at-home mom.<\/p>\n
The days can become repetitive. \u00a0They can be long. They can even be lonely.<\/p>\n
Messes are continually made. Fighting among siblings is a regular occurrence. And maybe sometimes I don’t feel like answering 527 questions in a two minute time span.<\/p>\n
And if one more person tells me that “The years go fast, cherish them!” right after I have pulled out sixteen of my own hairs, one by one, after stepping on a Lego and wiping up spilled milk, I might slap them.<\/p>\n
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Until one day when I was building a pillow fort with Gwyn and I just stopped and watched her as a thought sunk in.<\/p>\n
My kids are four and two. \u00a0Thus, I have been a mother with kids in the house for four years.<\/p>\n
I am a genius, I know.<\/p>\n
But, it dawned on me that I ONLY have fourteen<\/em> more years of having such a privilege. Fourteen more years of helping with projects, playing games outside and building forts.<\/p>\n Fourteen years of teaching \u00a0them to be polite, genuine, respectable human beings.<\/p>\n Only fourteen more years of waking up to scary hot breath hovering over me in the middle of the night.<\/p>\n Fourteen \u00a0years to tend to scraped knees, kiss stubbed toes and rub bonked heads.<\/p>\n I’ve got fourteen more years of painting fingernails. To be the one gifted artwork from school. To be the “scary monster” chasing screams of delight.<\/p>\n And that’s it.<\/p>\n Our first-born will be out of the house and on her own.<\/p>\n Out to make her own decisions and her own mistakes.<\/p>\n And I won’t always be there anymore to help guide or to push in the right direction.<\/p>\n I won’t always be there to mend a broken heart. To read a story to. To provide for.<\/p>\n So, looking at it from another perspective helps me on the days where I want to quit. The days where I am worn out and tired. And truly, it’s another way of saying “cherish these years, they go by fast!” and I totally understand if you want to slap me.<\/p>\n