When The Little Years Are Closing

Our home has been diaperless for over a year now! Yes, I agree all the cheers but could I say also I am sad to suddenly see the season of the little years disappeared before my eyes?

I thought it was yesterday I was heavily pregnant right before Christmas? I thought it was yesterday I was sitting in the car reading a book in front of our home while two little ones napped in their car seats?

The season switched as if overnight and now I have two little men. Making their own lunch (and wanting to do it), going to the bathroom without reminders, buckling themselves up in the car.

So friend, could I possibly say I sometimes miss the carrying and picking up these little boys, feedings at 2AM, putting them in a cute outfit and they don't take it off.

We're in a new season of parenthood where we are gently leading with our hands and not carrying.

I love it though, it has its special moments:

sneaking Ben out to watch football while Ian sleeps

game nights ending with laughter

Ben learning to read

Ian, our little helper in the kitchen 

I'm stretching and growing in different ways now as a mom. The stretching isn't happening like it did when I was pregnant. I'm stretching and growing as a homeschool mom now, teaching the fruits of the spirit in daily lessons, learning alongside them in our new home and making new friends.

These boys are still leaving huge prints on my heart. I love praying over them at night, I love watching their curiosity grow and pull them towards their passions.

So yes, that season might be closing now for the little years but next up is some building and pulling and releasing once again as I enter the next stage. Does this next stage have a name yet though?