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Seasons of Motherhood
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“They grow up so fast!”

I can’t count the number of times I heard that sentiment expressed when my twins were small. “Can’t be true!” I told myself. There were days that I could not see beyond the dirty diapers, piles of laundry and need for constant supervision. The toys scattered over the floor seemed so endless. The effort required to teach little hands to pick them up, more so. To say that mothering small children can be wearying would surely be a monumental understatement.

I had worked up until the time my boys were born and I hate to admit it, but many days I longed for the order and quiet of an office somewhere. I had loved being up and out of the house early, getting dressed for work, spending my days interacting with people. As much as I loved my children and was so thankful that I could be home with them, I found myself frustrated with being a stay-at-home mom.

While I was in the midst of my early frustrations, a friend, who is an accomplished musician, whose talent as an artist is evidenced by the paintings gracing the walls of her home, who loves to golf -  told me that she had not done any of those things until her children left home. “Wow,” I thought, “there truly is life beyond toilet training!”

Cherished Memories

It made me stop and realize that the frustrations I felt were just part of that season of motherhood. All too soon it would pass and a new season would come. Each season would bring with it both challenges to be met and delights to be enjoyed. I can’t honestly say that I miss all those diapers, but the cute things my children did and said during that season will always be some of my most cherished memories.

More than fourteen years have gone by and with them several seasons in my life as a mother. As the years have passed I have come to love being home with my kids. Sure, there are still days when the bathroom becomes my retreat (you know what I mean, moms!), when I long for peace and quiet and moments free from the responsibilities of meals and laundry and cleaning, when the task of instilling godly values weighs heavily on my heart. But there are other days when I find myself mourning the fact that my boys will be leaving home in just a few short years. “How could the years have passed so quickly?” I ask myself.

As I anticipate the arrival of yet another season, instead of mourning its end, I remind myself to enjoy the season that is; the family times that I treasure, the joy of watching my children mature and develop into the adults God desires them to become. And I know that when that new season dawns there will be challenges that will stretch and grow me in new ways as a mother, but along with those challenges there will be new and wonderful experiences to enjoy.

Enjoy your season!

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