today during my normal morning routine, i grabbed a handful of laundry and headed down to the basement. i was greeted at the bottom of the steps by a pile of muddy clothes from the previous evenings 4-wheeler ride. i don't mean kinda muddy, i mean soaking-wet-caked-with-mud. as soon as i saw them, i was angry. i mean, we've has this exact same talk 1,538 times. i was just about to yell upstairs and have an entirely-way-too-early-in-the-morning argument until it hit me...
this won't last forever.
and someday, i'll be wishing i could walk down those steps and see a pile of muddy clothes. i picked them up and headed to the sink to try and wash off some of the mud. i had myself a little mama moment, while tears streamed down my face.
i thought back to that sweet little boy, saving every penny to buy himself his first 4-wheeler. the look of pride on his face when he realized he finally had enough. riding on the back with him and teaching him to shift. oh, how fast time goes.
i'm so thankful that over the years, we've made it a priority to spend as much time as possible with our littles. all the times i turned up the music and danced crazily around the room with my babies come back to me when i see him doing a random crazy dance. all of the notes i wrote and hid in his lunch come back to me when he sends me a text that just says "love you mama". and all the times we held hands to pray before sharing a meal wash over me like a blessing when i see him bow his head and say the prayer.
these times, they won't last forever. so while the muddy clothes might be a nuisance, i'm choosing to see the blessing in them. i'm thankful that i still get to have those little moments.
out for now