Time: a Thief or a Gift?

It might be the postpartum hormones, or just the blissful newborn experience after a redeeming second birth, but I just stand in awe of my children each day. Seeing the innate mothering instinct of my seventeen month old towards her little sister is so fascinating. She sees me care for her sister and imitates my gestures. She rocks her sister and says “shhh Sister.” Although when Sister doesn’t settle she will yank that paci out and self soothe for a moment 😂 Seeing her selflessness and concern for another is

So. Dang. Beautiful.

And it makes me so filled with gratitude that I get be witness and mother to these children. I wouldn’t trade this time for any other.

But I also think fondly of my own childhood. There are certain arches of my childhood that I remember warmly. The comfort of napping on my mom’s shoulder, playing games with my dad, the interior life of imagination!

I can confidently say that I have made the transition from that childhood into the world of parenthood. And both are so beautiful. I blinked and went from a carefree child who wanted a herd of 100 wild horses to a doting mother of two little girls. Time IS a thief. But it is more so a gift. It has become so clear to me that God has granted us these stages of life to form us as good people, and as a gift for us to share with Him. How wonderful is it that I get to inspire my children with make believe games, teach them to be saints, and make them feel safe and loved as I did.

What a gift!