This is a season of peanut butter cheeks and sticky fingers rubbed on my clean pants and shirt. This is a season of little arms thrown around me shouting, “I love you, mommy.”
This is a season of 1000 whys and hows and whats – all before breakfast. This is a season of deep and insightful questions that reawaken my own curiosity and wonder at this incredible world God has made.
This is a season of early mornings and not enough coffee. This is also a season of rumpled heads, sleepy snuggles and comfort after bad dreams.
This is a season of strong wills and spit fire dynamite. This is a season of holding each other close after discipline.
This is a season of great activity and wiggles and bouncing out of chairs (literally) while trying to eat lunch. This is also a season of great delight in watching them live with utter joy.
This is a season of countless spills and messes and uh-oh’s. This is also a season where God begins to teach me what things are truly important and what is only spilled milk.
This is a season of too much activity and pressure and “this is good for your kid.” This is a season where I learn to listen to my children when they tell me they’ve had enough and when we make time for quiet – for the golden, uninterrupted sunshine of childhood.
This is a season of clutter and chaos – crushed dandelions, “all the colors” paintings, and a hundred broken, missing toy parts. This is also a season of learning to see the love and light and beauty in the chaos.
This is a season of laundry. And more laundry. And more laundry. This is a season where life is lived in these not so-small-anymore clothes and where I am tasked with the privilege of washing the clothes that are wrapped round these precious souls.
This is a season of food – in the car, on my lap, not often on time or turning out as I planned. This is also a season of richness as we delight in sharing that food with each other.
This is a season of meltdowns and tears. This is a season where I am desperately needed and useful and fulfilled.
This is a season of teaching and reteaching. “We can’t poke people in the eyes” or “People don’t eat poop” or “We have to share and take turns.” This is a season of teaching and reteaching for me – God’s lessons in humility, trust, and patience.
This is a season of stories – David and Goliath, The Gingerbread Man, Corduroy, and Jesus on the Cross – read again and again because the stories we read and tell are the stories that shape our hearts and souls.
This is a season of being spent – physically, emotionally, mentally. And this is also a season of being filled abundantly, overflowing with treasures in my heart.
This is only a season.
Lord help me spend it well.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven ~ Ecclesiastes 3:1