Time

As a mom, there are days that feel like they will never end.  The clock ticks so slowly and I feel like I walk from one colossal mess to another, followed by multiple toddler injuries, to lots of dirty diapers, to dishes that won't clean themselves and a large pile of superhero underwear that needs to be folded.  

And yet, I look at my almost seven year old and have no idea how that happened.  Where has the time gone?  Those days that seem to last forever, didn't.  They are gone.  My little boys are turning into little men before my eyes.  And I must say, I love watching them grow up.  I love sending my little Benson on the bus each morning and finding little notes he has written.  He is reading!  I have a child who reads.  What?  

Last night we went for a little family bike ride.  Bike rides are my absolute favorite.  Last summer I often put two big kids into my bike trailer and one little baby/toddler into a bike seat and my pregnant self pulled them around the neighborhood.  Soon, Benson was peddling along with me.  Last night I pulled that baby who made me that pregnant girl last summer and a toddler in my bike trailer.  In front of me was a huge blond boy and behind me was a brown headed five year old, followed by a dad with an empty bike seat.  I now have two kids who can semi-competently ride their bikes around.  Seriously?

I constantly tell people that I think most people imagine themselves having tiny little babies and little toddlers, but we don't think beyond that.  At least I didn't.  But that doesn't slow down or stop the time.  Even though I have been changing diapers for almost seven years, it has gone by soooo fast.  Too fast. And sometimes not fast enough.  

Even though there are days that never end, the fact is, they do.  Let's hope I can remember that.  I am grateful for a beautiful spring evening bike ride that reminded me.