Is it Me? Or Does It Look Like My Son Is Being Blown Out Of Bed?

Lol!  Kids sleep in the strangest positions.

I try to make it my habit to check on the kids as I slip past their rooms each night.  Do you do the same thing? 

Why?

For me, besides the giggles I get out of their strange positions, I like to pause by their beds to reflect.

The day can be hectic and rotten and busy and frustrating.  But in the still of the night, by the side of their beds, I remember what’s important.

It’s a mom thing.

We watch their peaceful faces and see clearly how much they have grown.  And changed.  And how quickly the time is passing.  It’s one of the reasons I keep my header picture.

Although that picture feels like it was taken yesterday, I know it couldn’t be.  Because that little guy is now five years old.  FIVE years old.  And he’s a singing, dancing, light saber-toting storm trooper by day, and a snorer by night.

I pause by their beds for me.  To remember I’m their mom.  Not just their cook and their maid and their nurse.

I have a picture which hangs where I see it often.  It says:

A mom writes on the hearts of her children that which the world will never erase.

I pause by their beds to consider what I’ve written so far, and what I’d like to write while I still have the time.

I’d like to write more than my blog this year.  :)

Linked up at Wordful Wednesdays and Wordless Wednesday.