Feet On My Bed

Tonight, it’s late.  There are littles sprawled throughout my room, as they have been all week long while daddy is away at a conference. Little puzzle pieces of legs, arms, and tiny bodies finding a comfortable spot on the bed or mattress on the floor.  I wouldn’t want it any other way.
As much as we miss our daddy while he’s gone, I think this week has been a much needed week for these growing littles of mine.  This week there have been endless talks of life and learning. We’ve read from the Horse and His Boy hours into the night, while their tired eyes begged for one more chapter, just so we could find out who was walking next to Shasta. We’ve adventured to a picnic at the park with a special stop on the way home at an ice cream shop. They’ve played. And I’ve listened.
I’m reminded this week how easy it is to miss their growing up. From right underneath my nose in the day to day, they grow up.
Our little number 3 turned 2. She mastered the art of the potty, and in a weeks time is now insisting on doing everything “big.”  And I’m remembering her beginnings, on a bus, with those tiny folded hands. Just like that, she’s not the baby.  One of the team now.
Our oldest little, I’m finding is no longer a little. She’s a big. With hair that shines red in the sun, eyes that sparkle green, and a splash of freckles across her nose just to give the passerby a double take.
And not to be outdone our little formerly known as middle has lost the very last remains of the baby only a mamma can see. Her face has thinned out. Her hair now down to her shoulders, her legs long and thin.
One, two, three, four littles growing up so quickly, right out from under my nose. If I don’t soak it in now, these moments will be lost forever. Making me grateful for a week to take them in. To watch them breath at night, and feel their little feet kicking on my legs, trying to find room on the bed. If I don’t slow down just enough to breath them in, and watch them grow, I fear I’ll miss some of the greatest things about living this life.
Oh, how I’m grateful for these feet on my bed.


3 responses to “Feet On My Bed

  1. averagechildhood

    I do that too when dad’s away, it makes it a little easier to sleep!

  2. I was up at 4 this morning because Noah came and layed with us in bed. I couldn’t sleep, so I watched him. And kissed him. And snuggled. I love those moments! Now he is back in his bed, simply because he doesn’t sleep,when he is in ours! And I am sti
    L not ready to sleep, so,I find myself here. I love reading your blog. It is so,encouraging! You really do,have a beautiful and blessed family. Good night! Or good morning rather!

  3. You won’t miss anything, mama. And if you keep having babies, you’ll get to do it all over again and again and again. I wish I could have babies super close together, but nursing acts as a form of airtight birth control for me, and I won’t wean one baby just to have another. I’m envious of those that can nurse and get pregnant and tandem nurse; but I’m also thankful that I get to let each baby be THE baby for a little bit longer. At 19 mon this, my Ezra is still our baby and that makes my heart happy. You are so very lucky, sweet mama! My soul longs for what you have.

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