Motherhood: Forget It

Do you ever feel like the section of your brain that holds your memories is damaged after you have children? Well, I certainly do. I think a little bit of it has shriveled up and died each time I have become pregnant and given birth. Let me explain...

I baby-sat a couple of cute little kiddos today. A friend of mine was going to be gone all day and I volunteered to baby-sit her barely 3 year old and 1 year old. Daphne was gone all day with Andy on a zoo fieldtrip, so I just had Baron and Magnus. If you missed that, I had 2 three year olds, a one year old, and a 6 month old baby. No problem. Nothing I can't handle.

Except that it was exhausting and I don't think I sat down once.

I remember being busy all of the time after Daphne was born. I had a 2 1/2 year old, an 18 month old, and a new baby. After today, I don't know how I did it, all day, every day. And basically by myself because Andy's work required him to travel at that time, so he was gone about 3 weeks out of every month.

I do remember talking to my mom about it a lot and telling her that I couldn't even imagine what it would be like for these 3 darling kids to be gone all day in school. Guess what? That will be happening this fall. I remember thinking I would have so much more time and be much less busy. But I'm not. I'm just as busy, if not more so. It is just a different kind of busy.

It's just pretty crazy to me how fast the time has gone, and how quickly I forgot. I really miss those busy, tiny kid's days. I miss not worrying about school stuff and having pajamma and movie days and going and doing whatever we pleased days. Those tiny little kids were my life, and I was their's. They still are, and I still am, but they don't need me as much anymore. They're growing up. They want to go and play with friends and ride their bike down the street and have adventures in the woods behind our house (Jonah just told me that the other day. That he would like to have an adventure :) And it sure does make me sad. Independance, while a good thing, can also be a terribly sad thing. Especially to a mother who misses the times when she could hold all 3 of them on her lap at once.

I can't do that anymore.... good thing I still have 2 more babies at home with me. They fit on my lap perfectly. Daphne at about a week old, Jonah-18 months, Laylah-2 years and 8 months

Playing with baby Daph

Easter 2006 (I can hardly believe this was 5 years ago-what was your Easter like 5 years ago??)

My 3 sweet, darling children (June 2006)