Wishing time away

From this...

From this…


to this!

to this!

I’m pretty sure all parents, at one time or another, have found themselves wishing time away. I know I’m guilty of it. When the kids were newborns I couldn’t wait for them to sleep through the night. When I was nursing Avery, I wanted her to turn one, so I could stop pumping milk at work. When they were potty-training, I couldn’t wait for a time that I wouldn’t have to remind them to go to the bathroom every hour. When we had an expensive nanny, we joked that we’d be rich when both kids were in school.

Now here we are with a three- and five-year-old, and life is easier in so many ways. No diapers or wipes, nursing stations or sippy cups. We can pretty much take the kids anywhere. It’s nice, but I caught myself this weekend wishing time away again. We were at our friends’ house who has two older children. At different points in the evening, while watching their girls, I made comments that it will be so nice when our kids can pour their own milk, take showers on their own or stay home alone for a few minutes while I run a quick errand.

My friend agreed that yes, it is nice. And I know it will be. But, I thought about those comments the next morning and realized I should not wish these younger years away because kids grow up so fast.┬áSo what if I have to bathe and feed them? Life’s pretty good. We have two kids that love spending time as a family. Clay will play Barbies with Avery, and Avery will play Cars with Clay. They’re not embarrassed by Chase and I. Instead, they think we’re cool (we have them fooled!). Clay still lets me pick out his clothes every day, and Avery gets excited with every new piece of clothing I buy her. He loves to learn and ask questions, and sometimes just looking at Avery makes me laugh.

It’s so easy in life to focus on the negative. So when you are tired from a five-year-old not listening or a three-year-old coming out of her room at bedtime for the fourth time, you think, gosh, it will be easier when they are older. Like the saying goes, “this too, shall pass.” And then we might even miss it. The friends we were with this weekend, sure did. Years after their girls, they had another baby and he turns three today.

When I think back to those early times that I wished away, I remember what a great experience it was to be up with the babies at night, providing them food. Pumping was a pain, but that milk helped them grow strong and healthy. Potty training was a process, but we got through it with candy and patience. And that expensive nanny still sends my kids birthday cards.

So my new goal? Deal with the poor listening skills and bedroom escape antics, but don’t wish time away. Before I know it it’ll be 2028, and we’ll be dropping our last kid off at college. Just the thought makes me wish I could freeze time forever…



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