I had a recent encounter with a man in the parking lot of Walmart. It left me feeling so many different things, but mainly grateful. Here’s a small excerpt.
“My arms won’t always be this full. Regular cups and plates will replace the sippy cups and kids’ plates. The bathroom will be replaced with completely different things. One day, they will run into our bed for the last time, too old to need to cuddle in the late hours of the night.
One day, I will look back and all the car seats and booster seats will be gone. There won’t be toys sprinkled throughout the house. The power wheels and little bikes with training wheels will all be gone.
It won’t happen all at once, but I imagine one day it will abruptly happen.
One day will be the last day I wash and fold little clothes.
One day will be the last time they stretch out for me to hold them on my lap. One day the house won’t be this full.”
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