You're gonna miss this...
Do you ever feel like your days are passing by with descriptive moments of words in songs? Seriously, there are so many moments throughout my day when I hear a lyric run through my head because of what is happening at any given moment…and usually they are country songs. :)
Jackson and Addie Rose running their 'track' through our house…I hear Alan Jackson…. "Remenber when, the sound of little feet, was the music…"
When I rock Addie Rose to sleep at night I heard Darius Rucker and the song Wagon Wheel, "Hey…mamma rock me…"
I watch the way Jackson idolizes his daddy and I hear, "I've been watching you dad, ain't that cool, I'm your buckeroo, I wanna be like you…"
When the time flies by and I come to a realization at how precious it is, "Don't blink" by Kenny Chesney comes to mind…
But lately…those sweet moments have been harder to find and I've been more consumed by exhaustion and frustration. Our little man, Asher, has had a struggle with things. His poor little system has been all sorts of messed up and we could pretty much diagnose him as a colicky baby. It breaks my heart. Last Sunday we had a break from it and he seemed to be on the up and up through Thursday but we've seen his pain creep back in last 24 hours. Luckily we have another appointment with the doctor on Monday.
And the reason I'm writing tonight is to remind myself why there is a gap in the blog entries for the first two months of his little existence. I've been meaning to sit down and have had good intentions but my nights have been consumed with bouncing on a big red exercise ball to calm his cries and ease his pain. I wish it could be different but the truth is that is just hasn't been…it's been a little rough.
But that doesn't change my love for him…or my gratefulness at having a third child…or the wonder of the fact that our family is now a family of five…and in those moments when he has looked at me and smiled in response to my voice I'm mush…total mush. And it makes all those hours of crying fade quickly away…
Yet I'm tired and worn out…and sometimes it causes me to be short or frustrated…but when I'm exhausted and lose my patience and selfishly want time to speed up I hear the words of Trace Atkins…
"You're gonna miss this, you're gonna want this back, you're gonna wish these days…hadn't gone by so fast. These are some good times…so take a good look around…you may not know it now….but you're gonna miss this."
Jackson and Addie Rose running their 'track' through our house…I hear Alan Jackson…. "Remenber when, the sound of little feet, was the music…"
When I rock Addie Rose to sleep at night I heard Darius Rucker and the song Wagon Wheel, "Hey…mamma rock me…"
I watch the way Jackson idolizes his daddy and I hear, "I've been watching you dad, ain't that cool, I'm your buckeroo, I wanna be like you…"
When the time flies by and I come to a realization at how precious it is, "Don't blink" by Kenny Chesney comes to mind…
But lately…those sweet moments have been harder to find and I've been more consumed by exhaustion and frustration. Our little man, Asher, has had a struggle with things. His poor little system has been all sorts of messed up and we could pretty much diagnose him as a colicky baby. It breaks my heart. Last Sunday we had a break from it and he seemed to be on the up and up through Thursday but we've seen his pain creep back in last 24 hours. Luckily we have another appointment with the doctor on Monday.
And the reason I'm writing tonight is to remind myself why there is a gap in the blog entries for the first two months of his little existence. I've been meaning to sit down and have had good intentions but my nights have been consumed with bouncing on a big red exercise ball to calm his cries and ease his pain. I wish it could be different but the truth is that is just hasn't been…it's been a little rough.
But that doesn't change my love for him…or my gratefulness at having a third child…or the wonder of the fact that our family is now a family of five…and in those moments when he has looked at me and smiled in response to my voice I'm mush…total mush. And it makes all those hours of crying fade quickly away…
Yet I'm tired and worn out…and sometimes it causes me to be short or frustrated…but when I'm exhausted and lose my patience and selfishly want time to speed up I hear the words of Trace Atkins…
"You're gonna miss this, you're gonna want this back, you're gonna wish these days…hadn't gone by so fast. These are some good times…so take a good look around…you may not know it now….but you're gonna miss this."
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