Promise me that you will always wear your hair in perfect, ringlet piggy tails.
Promise me that you will always watch Little Bear.
Promise me that you will always ask me to crawl into your bed at night for tickles & cuddles.
Promise me that you will always speak “British” & “cowboy” with me.
Promise me that you will always dance silly, like no one is watching.
Promise me that you will just stay little.
Pretty please. My mama heart begs you…
If I told you that is how I feel everyday, then I wouldn’t be honest with you. Sometimes little is hard for me. I cherish it and struggle against it all the time.
I wanted to share with you a few of my favorite quotes from the book Loving the Little Years:Motherhood in the Trenches by Rachel Jankovic, but my mom loaned it to a young mama in her mentor group. That is where it should be. In the hands of a mama who needs some encouragement. So instead I will tell you to read it, but make sure to buy a few copies for your friends. They need it too. Heck, host a book club & talk, laugh and cry about it over coffee. You can thank me later. I’m free most Thursday nights…
And then there is this reminder from Jen Hatmaker’s book.
“You will never have this day with your children again. Tomorrow, they’ll be a little older than they were today. This day is a gift. Breath and notice. Smell and touch them; study their faces and little feet and pay attention. Relish the charms of the present. Enjoy today, mama. It will be over before you know.”
~ Jen Hatmaker
More often than not, easier said than done. So, I would be remiss if I didn’t share this gem from Glennon over at Momastery. Every time I read it, I can’t help but smile through the tears.
A few weeks ago, she tells her Daddy that she doesn’t ever want to get big. “Why not,” he asks. “Because,” she says, “if I get big then I won’t fit in your arms.”
Oh, little lady, you will never be too big to climb into the arms of your mama & daddy. I just pray that your heart will always want to. No matter what…
And please, just stay little a while longer. And please, Lord, don’t let me wish it away.