Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Really Sad

It's a funny thing, growing up. With Brynn, we were ecstatic for every milestone, jumping for joy with every weight check that showed good growth, and celebrating every "normal" behavior. We still are.

But something is different with Heidi. She's not even 3 months old yet and she's already smiling, cooing, laughing, holding herself up at tummy time for long stretches, standing with only enough support to give her balance, and sitting pretty well in the bumbo. Her head used to be so tiny in the crook of my arm as she nursed. Now I swear it's doubled in size.

Today as she stretched out on the bed in all her 25ish-inch glory, I almost got weepy. It's going by so fast. Call me a sap. I know. Suck it up, Nat.

But seriously, why do they tell us that a career is more fulfilling than motherhood? I've been in Corporate America, thank you, and although I truly enjoyed my job, it is NO comparison to the here and now. I never thought I'd feel this way. I never thought I'd love being a mother so much.

But I do.

Thank you, God, for my wonderful family. Please help me not to miss a moment 'cuz I'm already really sad time is going so fast.


Pieces of me... said...

Oh Natalie, I loved this post! You have such a beautiful family, and YES motherhood is fantastic! But I've had nothing to compare it too. So to hear your love for motherhood when you've experienced job-hood, it feels my soul with deeper meaning. So thank you.

Mommy P said...

I agree! It goes by so very fast. I am so thankful that we have the opportunity to enjoy it. Your post reminds me of this poem:

Babies Don't Keep

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,
Pat-a-cake, darling and peek, peekaboo.

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow,
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

~Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

Tiffany said...

That's so funny! I read your post and thought about the poem that is framed in calligraphy in my babies room, and it's the last stanza of the poem posted already.

Motherhood is the most wonderful thing! As my friends say, God shines through in ALL His children.

We miss you here! keep up the good work!

Kate said...

I love the family pictures. I still flip-flop with Jason: one day I can't wait for him to be in preschool, and the next I wish he would stay just the way he is.