sometimes there are these moments that take my breath away. like, literally.
Sometimes every day feels like a race.
Sometimes I don't even want to be running it.
Because I have no air.
I spend the days lately running my babes from one spot to the next.
Trying my best to keep everyone happy.
I am trying to please everyone.
They are becoming individuals.
They fight me.
And then I get caught up in feeling like I can't make everyone happy and I run out of air.
I watch my kids running this race.
Sometimes I wish we could just stop.
I am not ready for the finish line.
I don't want to get there any time soon.
I want so much for them each to be happy.
I've been running this race with them for years now.
My oldest is thirteen.
I pray with all my heart that I have taught them well.
I wish with all my soul that they stay safe always.
Today I stopped.
I saw this girl.
No longer a baby.
And once again. I had no air.
Sometimes, like now, I ramble.
I am not even sure what I am trying to say.
Except this.
Every day does not have to be a race.
Sometimes it's good to just stop, and catch your breath.
I'm not even a mama yet, but wow - this is a great post, and so very real. Life constantly feels like a race and that it's constantly moving and ever changing without a moment to just take it all in.
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