It feels like yesterday when I sat in my grandmother's living room with my newborn daughter, Hannah. This is my sweet grandmother who would love to braid my hair and hold my hands, who baked Christmas cookies for weeks, and who sat next to me and taught me how to play Pathetique Sonata by Beethoven. She's my grandmother who was content in watching birds from her window and loved to simply have her family over so they could be around each other. Now, we were together, in her home, on a warm and muggy day in the middle of early July. I was there with my first baby feeling proud and overwhelmed and very much like a rookie. As I sat in that humid room, I watched my grandma look at Hannah with wonder and eyes rimmed with tears.
A sigh and a look of nostalgia.
Don't race through it.
For you see, tomorrow, tomorrow means another page turned, another moment passed. And today, right now, this very second is a gift in your motherhood journey. You don't know when the lasts will happen - the last time you carry them up the stairs, or they ask for the covers to be pulled up just so, Or they need you to make their pbj sandwich cut into triangles, or when they want you to hold their hand through the parking lot, or when they will want their favorite story read aloud, or when they will go out your front door not to return except to visit. Those days will come. They will.
Tomorrow, in a follow up to this post, I'm sharing 7 Ways to Embrace Motherhood - they're practical steps and words about truly learning to live a life that not only looks for joy but loves the little things.