Tuesday, May 22, 2012


When I was home with only my little boys, it felt like the days were so long.  Older women would tell me, "the days seem long, but the years seem short", and I would agree.

We would go to the park, we would go on walks, we would do puzzles, we would have play dates.

I took them to classes, activities - even gave them naps and yet that hour before Daddy came home  still seemed eternal.

My youngest boy turned 5 today.  Happy Birthday, Lincoln!

Time has gone fast.

Now they aren't my little boys, they are my big boys.  They dress themselves, carry things, ride their bikes - they can even make themselves breakfast.  They help their sisters and help their mom.

And no longer are the days long.

At the end of every day I find myself wishing for more time.

More hours.  More minutes.

And even though it surprises me to say it, I am not just craving more time after they go to bed- although that would be nice too.

Today I didn't fit in time to play catch with Deacon.  I wish I had an extra 15 minutes for that.

I didn't have a chance to get Everyn into the bathtub or to search for an exersaucer for her.

I wish I had 10 more minutes to have a tea party with Berean, and to have done a puzzle with her.

It was Lincoln's birthday, but I didn't have time to sit and cuddle with him reading his favorite stories again and again.

I would have liked to hang with Roman, listening to the new Odyssey on the radio.

But I didn't have time.

I didn't have time to run this evening or to go to the Y.

I didn't get my whole garden planted, or to fix the garage door.

It wasn't that we didn't do anything.  

We worked on school this morning.

I read them books.  I did laundry.  I fed them.  

We delivered Meals on Wheels

The boys drew.  I admired their work.

We played outside.  We worked outside.

We played with the neighbors.

I pushed people on the swing.

We went out to supper.  We talked and ate.

I played at the park with the little ones.

We watched Deacon play baseball.

We talked some more about the day.

They went to bed.

I wish there was more time.

1 comment:

Grandma Debbie said...

I'm always amazed by how much you find time for! I suspect if you had gotten to the things you wish you had, there would be other things you would wish you had had time for. You do a great job of giving your kids attention.