I heard this “The days are long but the years are short” on Moody Radio the other day speaking of motherhood. I have found this to be very true. Some days I wonder what I accomplished other than keeping Sam unharmed, alive, and well fed. I am totally busy doing just that, but in terms of efficiency and productivity, some days there isn’t much to show. I am learning though to see it not so much from a day to day perspective as from an eternal perspective. Keeping him alive and playing games and laughing and crying together is exactly what the day to day life is about. Most days, even as working adults, we don’t have grand achievements or acknowledgments. I hope that Sam and I can be totally content and thankful in the mundane days of playing and tantrums and errands and cleaning and work, as in the big important days.
And man, how the years are short. One full year, it is so hard to believe and exceedingly sweet to think back upon. I am thankful for each and every day that makes up the year…the good ones and hard ones. It is funny how you look back on one stage and all you can think about is why that stage was so much easier than the one you are in now. But then, I look around and see friends still in that early stage, I realize that I am totally romanticizing it. Funny how we have a tendency to do that. I think it is a grace in some regards, but in others it can makes us struggle to find the good in the current stage of life.
We had a relaxing (well as relaxing as it can be with 4 dogs and a toddler) weekend with our sweet friends Matt and Laurel and a most beautiful and fun lake house this past weekend. Thanks for inviting us and all the fun from Blockus to Ping Pong tourney to Wii to watching football to long walks and great time with friends!
