Like you know that the time of your life you are living right this very minute is precious and will be the time that you will look back on with nostalgia 10 or 15 years from now…. But you still have that overwhelming feeling that you are hanging on by your fingernails?
Every morning I wake up with either Jay and Sawyer or (most days) with Jay, Sawyer and Ezra sleeping soundly next to me. We have a hard time getting out of bed at our house, so alarms go off starting at 6a. That would be Jay’s phone first at 6a (not that we get up then… it is just the warning shot across the bow that time is drawing nigh). My alarm clock goes off at 7a, and 7:30a (yes, I set 2 alarms on that baby) and it snoozes a couple of times in between (I must get up at 7a, I usually make it by 7:15). BOTH Jay and I have our cells set to go off at 8a. My 8a alarm on my phone is aptly titled “Walk out the door” because I need, every single bleeping day, to drop whatever I am doing and head to my car at 8a sharp. This rarely happens. I usually make it by 8:10, which puts me rushed, but still most likely at my desk at 9a (unless Atlanta traffic intervenes, which it sometimes does).
But in that time between 6a and 7:15 or so I lay there and bask in the quiet breathing of all my guys. Ezra is not allowed to sleep with us, however, he is allowed snuggle time sometime after 5:30a. Jay would rather this not happen, but I cannot help it.
Do you know why?
Because I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that this will end without any prompting. One day he will not only NOT want to snuggle up in bed with me, I won’t be able to bribe or pay him to do it.
And I will look back on this time right now and miss it so badly that I will ache.
I will remember the days of t-ball when he somehow switched teams after a base hit and, instead of running to second on the next hit, chased the ball into the outfield with the other team.
I will miss the days when he said “LEL-LOW” for “yellow” and the way his sentences sounded before he learned “your” is the possessive form of “you.”
I will think back fondly to the days when he would look up and ask, “Mommy, you want to watch Caillou with me?” patting the seat next to him, batting those eyelashes and looking at me with big blue eyes. And I will regret telling him that I can’t right now because Mommy has to __________ (clean the kitchen/cook dinner/go to the grocery store)….even though part of me knew it was really because I could not handle watching another second of Caillou …for the millionth time.
I will hate that I told him that Mommy could not turn on the music and dance with him right now because I had a headache. Because I KNOW he will not want to dance with his mother very long.
But as much as I know I will miss this and, even though I am getting teary-eyed as I type this right now, I know it HAS to happen.
Because I have been faced with the idea of what it means if he doesn’t out-grow all those things.
I know what it means if Sawyer still wants to do all those things with me when he is 14.
It will mean that he probably has not developed normally and that he may not be able to live on his own – maybe he will never be able to. And that is, oh, so much worse.
But even knowing all this, I still struggle. I still feel stressed and overwhelmed. I still feel some days like I am barely hanging on and I am simply trying to fool everyone into thinking that I have it together – and that very thought makes me laugh out loud at myself to think I could possibly fool anyone into thinking something so stupid. I still want that glass (or bottle) of wine at the end of the day on a Tuesday night to take the edge off. And I still think about the last 3 xanax in my possession and wonder if tonight is the night I should take one.
This worries me.
Because how will I ever be able to hold it together when these boys are teenagers and have homework and girlfriends and social problems at school?? Not to even mention the hormonal crap (Jay knows this will be his area) that will hit around 12!
In other words, if I am struggling with working and mothering and balancing it all now, during the easy part, how will I ever manage when it is hard??
Of course, that is borrowing trouble from the future, now isn’t it? And each day has enough troubles to fill it without reaching out to worry about problems that haven’t even happened yet (I am pretty sure that concept is Biblical, and put way more eloquently).
I suppose the only answer I need is found at 6:15a when I am surrounded by the people most precious to me. When we are in our little nest together I know that everything is perfect and I am exactly the person I need to be.
I need to keep in mind throughout the day when I am feeling stressed and vulnerable and inadequate that this morning at 6a I was all I needed to be… and the reason that I am out here in the world working and doing all the other things I do is so I can be safe and content in that nest with them tomorrow at 6:15a.
Please, let me keep this in the forefront of my mind. Because when compared to my husband and my three children, there truly is nothing else that matters.
“So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” Matthew 6:34.
Told you it was more eloquent.