4.30.2015

I just like my kids.

 These are their fuzzy heads as they each snuggle under one arm.
This was at the park.

As I was driving home from work for lunch today, a Trace Adkins song came on the radio called "You're gonna miss this." I'll put the lyrics below. Sometimes, like the last twelve weeks of Husband working nights, I get so tired of how hard it is being a mom. Of how tired I am at the end of the day. Of how needed I am all the time for every little thing. But I really will miss this. These little people that complete me while draining me. The helping of the homework. The milestones. Good and bad, they're my everything.

She was staring out that window, of that SUV
Complaining, saying I can't wait to turn 18
She said I'll make my own money, and I'll make my own rules
Mamma put the car in park out there in front of the school
Then she kissed her head and said I was just like you

You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These Are Some Good Times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this

Before she knows it she's a brand new bride
In a one-bedroom apartment, and her daddy stops by
He tells her It's a nice place
She says It'll do for now
Starts talking about babies and buying a house
Daddy shakes his head and says Baby, just slow down

Five years later there's a plumber workin' on the water heater
Dog's barkin', phone's ringin'
One kid's cryin', one kid's screamin'
She keeps apologizin'
He says They don't bother me.
I've got 2 babies of my own.
One's 36, one's 23.
Huh, it's hard to believe, but ...

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