A Monday Mommy Post: Today is today.

I adore my kids. They say and do the most ridiculous things and keep me laughing... most of the time. It's hard for me, however, to not look ahead. I'm elbow deep in diapers, covered in bits of food and boogers, not sure when I showered last and can't remember what it was like before coffee ran through my veins. So in the chaos, I think about when they are 5. When they will be potty trained. When they won't make as big a mess when they eat. When they can talk in full sentences. When they dress themselves. When they sleep through most nights.
Those are happy thoughts.

Or sometimes I watch them play and think about how Wes will be a great big brother. He's so goofy and strong. He'll probably make incredible forts and get Molly to join in on his ridiculous adventures. Even if he doesn't want her to, she will and will have no problem letting him know. And he might want to play sports. And we'll all go them. Molly will want to be his biggest fan, because she already thinks she is (silly Mo. I, of course, am already!) so we'll make posters and totally embarrass him, which he'll love but pretend to hate...will his hair turn dark like Nik's did? Will Molly's ever grow out of her mullet? I wonder if she'll always like pink...she'll probably want to do something too. Will she want to have girly activities, or show Wes he isn't the only one who can throw a ball...she'll probably love sleepovers.... and before I know it, I've grown them up by 10+ years and am daydreaming about what their little futures hold.

So I saw this picture online:

 

And it really hit me. Wes needs me in so many ways. To listen to him, to play with, for food and structure, tickles and just to be his pal (he knows how to turn the tv on so I already lost that part of my 'job') Molly can't get enough snuggles. She wants me to play pretend in her princess castle and read her book after book (or the same 3 over and over and over.)

This won't always be the case.

Instead of leaping ahead into the what-ifs of the future, or the won't-that-be-nice places ahead, I need to let them be little.

I need to
just sit and play.
soak in these crazy, simple, chaotic days.

and adore them little.