Next week will mark an entire decade of parenting for me. Ten whole years. In many ways, it’s been the fastest ten years of my life - speeding through newborn snuggles, milestones worth clapping for, first-days-of-school pictures and newfound independence 😍.
In other ways, it’s been a loooooong ten years. Sometimes with enough patience to rival the fussiest baby in the middle of the night, and other times it was coasting only on fumes - showing itself through hasty, loud words, quick-tempered spankings, and putting my own self into timeout to have a minute or two alone, away from the never-ending demands of parenthood. Thank God for grace 😌.
I’d do it all one-thousand times over with these three, though. Their charming innocence, their genuine happiness, their kissable cheeks and tight neck squeezes. Their sleepy morning voices and ability to be naughty and cute at the same dang time 🙈.
They’re my reason why. Life’s littlest teachers. Small celebrations. Infinite investments with the potential for great returns. Ten years hardly seems worthy of these three. ❤️