This past Tuesday we had the wonderful pleasure of celebrating our youngest child’s 2nd birthday. Our sweet little princess Ka’ilima turned 2!!!!!!
When I look at how quickly my children are growing up, I’m filled with pride in their accomplishments. On the other hand I want them to slow down just a bit, and stop the clock every once in a while.
All my children are maturing so rapidly and I wonder if I’ve taken the opportunity to cherish every moment. Have I made the most of the big events and seen the value of the simplistic times?
My mom used to look at my children on various occasions when they were doing or saying something adorable and say “I just want to put you in a glass jar and keep you this age”. I can’t help but think and want this too. I see their personalities blooming every day. These children of mine are evolving into who they are meant to be. There is no slowing things down, no matter how hard I’ve tried. Nothing stops time.
Along with my daughter getting older and exuberating with personality and stubbornness, I’m feeling a little bit of empty cradle syndrome. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely have my hands filled with the large family that we have. I enjoy having no one in the house in diapers and for the most part we can get up and go anytime we want to. Yet, I find my heart feeling a little hollow. I have been a mother my entire adult life. Knowing this last little blessing is the last baby I will give birth to has my heart hurting a little. I can’t imagine not having little babies running around, it’s almost become who I am. I’ve been pregnant approximately 70 months or 5 years and 9 months of my life and breastfed for about 14 years. It’s a little hard to step away from all that and move forward with our family when it has been the biggest part of my life.
I know this is the cycle of life and I will embrace it soon. For the time being I am reflecting on the time I had a house full of babies. I’m sure in a few days my husband and I will go back to counting down the years until we can do all the things we plan to do, once the last little munchkin is out of the house. The thoughts of travel, peace and quiet, less bills, no more being a taxi driver and and the excitement of going over to our children’s homes and making a mess and not cleaning it up ;). These thoughts are what keep me going on the really crazy chaotic days. That’s right, I’m starting to remember why little Miss lucky #7 is my last……
I am truly privileged to be the mother to all these children. They may have their own issues from time to time but they are wonderful and healthy. God has blessed me abundantly, “my cup runneth over“. To see our children grow and to flourish is the ultimate fulfillment as a parent.
“There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings.” Hodding Carter
I know wanting to keep them in a glass jar or to hindrance their growth and keep them being babies is not what they want or what I want. I do look forward to seeing them fly in the direction their hearts take them. My job as their mother is to love them unconditionally, give them a solid foundation and the tools to succeed in whatever they choose. Most importantly my responsibility is to pray without ceasing and to give them to God. He will be their ultimate guide through life.
Has anyone else experienced this “empty cradle” feeling? Does it seem like time just gets away from us and our lives are passing by too quickly?