Monday, March 21, 2011
Time, and how it flies
Seven is six months old. Six months! Indulging in sustenance other than her Momma's milk. Sitting up without too much help. Laughing like a hyena when any of her brothers put on one of their amazing displays of boyishness. Grabbing big sister Jo's hair. Sizing up the dog and plotting how quickly she'll have to move to catch that swishing tail of his.
The first half of her first year is already over. The second half is dawning, bringing with it all of the amazing discoveries and milestones that clear the way to toddlerhood.
I can't believe how fast it's all going, but I can tell you this: I've never enjoyed mothering a baby more than I am at this very moment. Something about this magical mixture of teens and tweens and tots just feels right. Watching the interactions, being part of the daily chaos of learning, fielding the inquiries, directing the play ... there's a richness here that I can't deny, even in the moments when the busy of it all makes your head spin. No matter what's going on, I can look in my arms and see Seven, patiently waiting her turn to learn to read, to sing the Bible songs, to scribble with my special pens. And I feel my heart swell with joy every time, knowing that I get to keep traveling this road called motherhood.