And the clock ticks on...

I had a whirl wind of emotions today.

Went to church this morning and sat with my daughter in her 'new' class. She is now the youngest in a room of much older children.

I watched my son become the oldest in the class he shares with younger children.

I remember vividly when Brenna went from the nursery to a 'class.' I remember her excitement when her brother was old enough to be in class with her.

Now they are seperate and it's a little sad.

After church we visited with my brother and his family. He has a son 6 months younger than mine and a 9-week old daughter. I get misty eyed thinking, surely it was just yesterday that I had two little ones (mine being only 17 months apart) that I was chasing around and cooing and enjoying the baby smell.

How did they become 6 (almost 7 and going to 2nd grade) and 5 (going to Kindergarten in the fall!) ? Not only are they growing in number but they are growing in personality and as little people. My husband said to me just the other day " they are like real people now!" You know what?! They are!!!

I don't even want to think ahead to the challenges that await. I have enough each day. I am starting to slowly see relationship changes with me and my daughter. It's not always, it's just once here and there but enough to make me sad. She is no longer constantly seeing me as her 'hero'. She is starting to look at me like, well, like she doesn't really really think I am the beginning and the end anymore. I don't like it.

I have decided today that I am going to enjoy being the mother I want to be before I become the mother I have to be.

What an amazing blessing and honor it is to be a mother. I hope I never forget that.

I cannot help but think of a favorite verse of mine, well two actually...

Exodus 9:16
'But I have raised you up for this very purpose, that I might show you my power and that my name might be proclaimed in all the earth.'

From the book of Esther...
". . . And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?”

Okay I would not call my mothering a 'royal' position necessarily, but is a very important one. I am God's child and so our my children. Can't get much more royal or important than that.

We are not woman by chance and we certainly are not mother's to random children. God knows exaclty what child He has given to us and why. How awesome is that!