Sunday, January 25, 2009
What was I thinking?
We have a brand new baby boy in our church family. About six weeks old, big blue eyes, chubby cheeks, wobbly little head, and so adorable. Finnegan is his name. As I looked at him today I kept thinking to myself, "Where did the time go?" . It seems just a short time ago that I cuddled my baby boy in my arms and played tea time with my sweet baby girl. But now my "little" boy is nearly six feet tall and graduating this year and my "little" girl is now a young woman getting ready to drive this summer.
And then we came home. I'm trying to prepare dinner and my "little" ones are flinging dish towels at one another across the island. We have a contraption made by Geoff, initially for himself, of a fort made out of two large cardboard boxes connected with a roll of duct tape. It's for the dog he claims but he crawls into it just to tease the dog. This is happening in the dining room, and not too quietly. I'm still hearing myself say, "Will you two please calm down?" or "Do you have to be so loud?".
So after dinner I come downstairs to the family room and the noise from above, thumping, jumping, yelling, maybe wrestling, is right above my head. It does sound like I have a bunch of young children, not two teenagers. It's only going to be a matter of time when they discover that I'm gone and will come to find me and bring the noise with them.
I'm so glad that my kids still like to have fun. We're a playful family and I hope they never outgrow that. Sure, they like to have their down time when they hole up in their rooms, doing whatever, but they always venture out to see "what's up" with the rest of the family. More rumbling from up above - it sounds like bowling. I don't even think I want to know.
And I wouldn't have it any other way. I was thinking earlier in the day that I'll no longer have my little ones. Not true. They may too big for me to cuddle, but they'll always be my little ones no matter how big they get.