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Seasons Changing

Of course, I would choose to start homeschooling when temps are the lowest of lows, at least here in MO.  I am not a cold weather person at all.  I remember spending pretty much every Friday and Saturday night around a bonfire in the winter back in high school and college and not even thinking twice about being cold……ok so that might have been the whiskey drinks….but I’m just sayin’!  I can not hang anymore.  Cash me inside with big ass sweats, insulated socks, a coffee, blanket, fur coat, face mask, Lenny Kravitz scarf, ear muffs, heating pad, long underwear, did I mention coffee? and fire allllll winter long.

However, kids are somehow semi-immune to temperature extremes and usually beg me to come outside with them.  So sometimes I do.  But they know I’m a summer girl.  We always talk about seasons changing, weather, leaves falling, the things we do in different seasons, and they generally agree that the most fun is had in summer.

Even though, I do love that we get to experience it all where we live.  The anticipation of spring time, the pure and abundant fun and joy of summer, the beauty and splendor of fall that seems to be here and gone way too fast, the excitement of the first snow of winter and Christmas, and even the dreariness and gloom of the later winter months that seem to drag on forever and ever and ever with no end in sight.

And motherhood has seasons too.  Thats a word I’ve found myself using a lot over the last couple of years – “its just a season.”

A few years ago when I was pregnant with baby number three and had two toddlers in diapers, a friend told me how weird and bittersweet it was that after ten years of having and raising babies, she no longer had to carry a diaper bag.  At the time, it sounded pretty freaking sweet to me (the diaper bag part, I loved having babies!) and I didn’t give her comment much thought.

But as our youngest is potty training and I’m no longer a baby mom, I totally get it.  The thought of closing the baby chapter and never again getting to experience the beauty of life in that season is hard to let go of!  But on the other hand, I’m sooooo ready for consistent uninterrupted sleep and to have my body back.  Bittersweet.

But….I’m kind of in love with this season of having little kids with their own ideas, relationship dynamics amongst each other, opinions, and self-regulated bowel schedules.  They’re hilarious, dramatic, creative, and sweet.  And its never boring!  The days where I’d start looking at the clock and out the window for Big John to get home at 10am and call my mom crying for help are gone, and I find myself growing in patience and confidence as a Mom.

They do fight and mischief is never in short supply.  But they also comfort and console each other, make sure all are included, scheme and dream together, and keep each other entertained.

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Just as special as watching them take first steps was, seeing them and helping them learn to write, read, imagine, and accomplish new skills is just as sweet.  And maybe even more so because they can vocalize their own feelings of triumph.

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I used to only like summer when I was younger.  But as I’ve grown older, I’ve learned to appreciate all of the seasons, although winter and I still have our differences.

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And just as I once thought being a baby mom was the best, I’ve learned that I’m going to love all of the seasons of motherhood too, although toddlerhood tantrums and I still have our differences.

For everything there is a season,
    a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
    A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
    A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
    A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
    A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
    A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
    A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
    A time for war and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

My prayer today is that we as mothers embrace each and every season of motherhood.  The exciting, the joyful, the beautiful and splendid moments and seasons that we wish we could preserve forever and ever, and even the dark, cold, dreary, and gloomy seasons that seem like they will never end – and know that God has made everything beautiful for its own time.

 

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