To everything there is a season, and a time for every matter or purpose under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1
Time (def): Having a limit. Opposed to eternity.
Almost everyday for the past three years, naptime has looked the same in our home.
Little Ethan and I would snuggle up in his lower bunk. I’d read him a book while he ate a small snack. I would then turn out the light, hand him his blankie, I’d scratch his back and sing the same song…Mockingbird.
“Hush little Ethan don’t say a word, Momma’s gonna buy you a Mockingbird….”
A sweet moment, set aside from the chaos of any given day. This time a gift…to me more so than him.
Even if I had twenty other things to do…laundry, cook dinner, phone calls, home school, a much needed shower….I would still take time for this routine.
Because I knew that this time had a limit.
But all too soon.
Yesterday was a rainy day – perfect for a nap.
I snuggled him tight in his light blue blankie.
“You want mommy to sing Mockingbird?”
Those two little letters piercing my heart.
I scratched his back as he drifted off to sleep; rain tapping his window.
Tears marking my cheek.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to keep silence and a time to speak. Ecclesiastes 3:1,5,7 emphasis mine
He’s growing up.
My little “E”.
But he is only little for a time.
And it is so hard to release my embrace. Even a bit.
And to know when not to speak.
Oh, mommyhood is so bittersweet, isn't it? If you're like me, you enjoy the person they're becoming but miss the little one they used to be! It really does break a mama's heart.