There have been many articles and blog posts about enjoying the moments of motherhood – how we’ll miss these days when our children are grown and the infamous “the days are long but the years are short” saying.  We are eight months into life with two children, and all of these articles and sayings ring oh, so true. I am pretty sure I just brought my baby boy home from the hospital…three-quarters of a year ago! And let’s not even start on the fact that my daughter is four! There are so many parts of our day-to-day life that are mundane and exhausting and infuriating, but with a single chuckle or a Taylor Swift dance party or an “I love you, Mom,” I am instantly energized and the trials are forgotten. Or at least temporarily buried. photo1

James doesn’t sleep through the night, and he won’t take a bottle. And even though we are bone tired and I certainly would enjoy the freedom that comes with the ability to give him an occasional bottle, I know this is a short season of our lives. I honestly don’t even mind that I stumble down the dark steps a few times each night to nurse him back to sleep. I am grateful to have a snugly, healthy baby to hold.

Molly is a fiestIMG_3078y, fun, clever, compassionate and spunky four-year-old. She gives me a run for my money in every way, and we engage in quite a few power struggles what seems like every day. I tell people that she is everything I want my 30-year-old daughter to be, so I’m not sure why I feel the need to squelch those qualities in her now just because it seems inconvenient. This is such a short, short season of our lives, and I know she’s going to be a phenomenal woman. I know in my heart of hearts that she tests the boundaries because that’s how she learns – and learning is SO important to me. I also know that she challenges me because she can; I am her mom and she is comfortable with me. I do take comfort in the fact that she’s not terrified of me and that she knows I will love her regardless of the way she reacts when I say it’s time to leave the park.

I try to remember that seasons change. They change and they pass and we adapt, but they always come around again. This motherhood thing isn’t going to get easier, but with each season, I learn which tools will help me weather the elements the next time around. This time with James, these sleepless nights? I will never again sleep soundly through the night because I will always hear a cough, or be aroused to comfort a frightened child, or – many, many seasons from now – I’ll worry about when they will be home. When they move away or go to college, I’ll wonder what they are doing in the middle of the night and pray they are safe. This sassy season with Molly? She photodoesn’t want to clean up her toys or take a bath now, but next she will argue with me about her clothes, then it will be her curfew and who knows what else.

Instead of wishing away these hard moments, I’ve really been challenging myself to embrace all parts of the seasons. Because they really do change too quickly.