Last night I went over to my niece's house to help her out with her kids. I love being around them and watching them play and experience life. She is an awesome mother to 7 wonderful kids. Most recently two little precious girls. As I walked through her room, I glanced at the crib that I loaned her. I looked at the teeth marks that are on the ends of the beds. The little marks that were made by my boys, who are now 18, 22 & 23. I ran my hand over the marks and just looked at them and remembered. I remember the sleepless nights, the exhausting days, and the days I thought I just couldn't do it. I remember wishing that I didn't have mounds of clothes lying on the floor of my washroom. I wished my house could be straight for just one day. I wished I could go to the bathroom alone. All of that seems so far away now. What a distant memory. Now, my washroom floor is empty, my house is usually straight, and I am seldom get woke up during the night. I miss those babies. The ones that chewed on the end of the crib.
Last week walking through Target, I saw some friends with their three little kids. It was hectic, they were tired. They talked about the fact that they were never alone. I laughed and told them to enjoy it. "Yeah, right!" I told them without hesitation that I would go back, even if for one trip to Target, or one hectic meal out with four kids. And I would, no doubt.
My kids always think it is funny that I will immediately cry when I listen to Alan Jackson's song Remember When. (You can listen to it here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTA2buWlNyM&list=RDTTA2buWlNyM ) However, this song perfectly sums up my emotions. Remember when.... the sound of little feet was music... yes I do...
Happy Mother's Day:)