Instead of about writing about what I have learned this Thursday, as is my normal routine. I am choosing to share a little from the heart. I hope you are all okay with that. If not, to bad. It is my blog. ha ha
Last night, my baby sister welcomed her first little baby to the world.
I have been envious of her all day.
I keep thinking back to all four of my amazing births, and the magical feelings brought on those first few days.
I love being in hospital staring at the face of a familiar stranger.
I love the adrenalin I feel after many long hours of labor.
I love feeling so tired, yet too excited to sleep.
I love bringing a baby home….
To be a part of our life.
To help make us more complete.
Those moments are gone and past for Jonathan and I.
I can’t help but feel somewhat sad.
My two sisters are just beginning that journey.
My chapter of making babies is over.
We are in a new chapter of raising babies.
I must say that I would do it all again.
I would go back to that “birth-day” of our first born son.
I would go through the struggles of nursing.
I would do sleepless nights.
There is something so heavenly about being a mother to a baby.
Someone who relies on you completely.
I will miss the moments today, but tomorrow I will move on.
I will reflect on how wonderful it is to parent toddlers and young children.
I am sure I will look back on this time at some point, and miss the magic of cleaning up high chairs, wiping off sticky fingerprints, and diverting a tantrum.
Today, I vow to treasure the little things.
Today, I will try remember just how quickly time can escape us, and make time to sit down tomorrow and capture some of that time.
Tonight, I will be vow to be the best Aunt ever, and enjoy watching my sisters share in the magic.
Congrats Lindsay, Dave and London.
P.S. I couldn’t help myself today. I had to make time to scrapbook Tessa’s birth. I think it made me reflect on it even more, and it helps to know that her birth story is frozen in time.