A Mommy Day

Waking. Calling. Mixing. Warming. Feeding. Cleaning. Playing. Changing. Clothing. Brushing. Playing. Feeding. Cleaning. Napping. Resting. Sorting. Folding. Feeding. Cleaning. Playing. Feeding. Cleaning. Frantic. Running. Chasing. Catching. Bathing. Brushing. Reading. Praying. Sleeping. Waking. Crying. Rocking. Singing. Swaying. Sleeping. Waking. Crying. Feeding. Sleeping. Waking. Repeating.

This routine sounds all to familiar to a mommy. A day in the life of mommy is always different from the day before, but always the same in so many ways. There's a gradual change that you don't notice from day to day, but at some point you look back at the past weeks, months or years and wonder how this little girl became this little girl or how this baby will be celebrating a birthday in a few weeks. I remember as a child as I grew taller people would suggest to my mom that she put bricks on my head to keep me from growing so fast. I wish that would work because I have a lot of bricks lying around and I have two children that just won't stop growing at alarming rates. I find myself daily taking mental pictures and notes of certain moments, and if Jon's around I suggest that he do the same. Things like...a sweet moment spent with Mae, a funny thing she says or does, an easily persuaded smile or laugh from Nate or the way Mae and Nate play, dance and laugh with each other in the backseat of the van. They eat and sleep way too much to slow down their growth and in some ways I'm excited to watch them grow older. In other ways, I just want to freeze time for a while even amidst all the constant motion and daily challenges of handling two little ones. I'm just doing my best to soak it up, every little bit I can.