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You're Gonna Miss This

Today, while I was on a forum I belong to, I read a post that a dad wrote about a special time he had with his 2 and a half year old daughter. The point of the post was that the time goes by so quickly and to cherish each day we have with our kids while they are young. I admit, I needed that gentle reminder.

So often I fall prey to the "I can't waits".

I cannot wait until the boys take their naps and have quiet play time.

I cannot wait until A gets a little older and does not scream to be held so much.

I cannot wait until J is old enough to do more of his school work on his own.

I cannot wait until all of the boys are old enough to help REALLY clean the house.

I cannot wait until they stop making a mess all over the house.

I cannot wait until they are old enough to get their own milk, their own food, their own snacks, all the time.

But, today, I was reminded how precious this time really is. I will miss this time. I will miss the little voices asking me for food, for milk. I will miss little bodies crawling into my lap to be held. I will miss seeing them sleep like little angels. I think there is even a part of me that will miss the mess of toys, miss sitting next to J and teaching him step by step as he complains that he hates school, miss the crying baby pulling at my pant legs.

I am NOT a country music fan at all, but I heard this song by Trace Atkins a while ago. It is called Your Gonna Miss This. I think I first heard it on one of those days when I could not wait for the boys to get older, and I cried. It is good to be reminded how precious these days really are.

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