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| Introducing Graham, aka, Mr. Grammar |
At this moment, I'm sitting in the handicapped stall at work... pumping. Too much information? Yes. I also have to escape during the 6am hour for a quick session because Graham would normally eat at 7. Poor Fernando. He knows things that no single, 20-something guy should know. Escaping during a quick-paced morning show to be strapped to a machine is not advised in Radio 101. It's surely not easy and it's not fun. I find myself saying, "Don't worry. It's not forever."
I also said that during a few hectic moments this summer. Like when Liam poured out my glass of water before I could grab it from him because I was feeding the little one. Or during one of the middle of the night wakings that pulled me out of a much-needed restful state. "It's not forever, Abby. This phase will pass."
I also found myself saying, "It's not forever" during some of the most cherished moments. Like when Liam, Graham & my husband all snuggled in bed together or when Liam "boops" Graham's nose. I watch them and think, "It's not forever that we'll be in this place. They will be grown before I know it."
It's funny how the statement can be said in two different ways. One way with a hope in the promise of things getting better or easier in the near future and the other with a sad realization that the moment won't last forever and we'll soon be looking back longingly.
It's an overused phrase, but "carpe diem!". Seize the day! For while it might be filled with challenges, it's a gift and what a shame it will be to look back when they are all grown up and realize you always wanted tomorrow. That might just leave you longing for yesterday.
WELCOME BACK!!!! We missed you greatly, but so happy you had time with your little ones!!
ReplyDeleteYour story with the breast pump made me laugh - I remember being at a wedding reception after our first daughter was born and 'escaping' to the bathroom to pump. I was hoping the large black bag (containing said breast pump, bottles and ice pack) was inconspicuous. However, when I came back into the reception, an obviously single guest trying to be funny asked, "So, you brought your bowling ball and bag to the reception?" Of course, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to speak my mind and responded, "No, actually it's my breastpump and I just pumped two bottles of breastmilk that are stored in the insulated section of my 'bowling bag'...want to see?" :)
Motherhood really is fun, isn't it?!?!?
Give your boys hugs from all of us girls over here, ok???
Well said. And when do you plan to turn Grammar over to his grammar queen aunt?
ReplyDeleteWelcome Back! I constantly look for updates here :-)
ReplyDeleteI completely agree with you. I often tell myself it's not forever. When I'm feeding my 6 month old and my 4 year old spills a cup of juice on important papers, or takes a pen to the furniture. When I'm woken in the night, and when the dishes aren't done before I lay my head down.
But then I remember that it really isn't forever, and soon they're both going to be all grown up and independent. They're not going to rely on me for everything, and I will never be able to get these moments back.
This post is a great reminder of both ways - that neither are forever, and to take the good with the bad and remember that once these years are gone, they're gone FOREVER!
Thanks so much for sharing Abby. Stay positive and enjoy the two BEAUTIFUL boys God has given you. :-)