One of these days

I love to understand how life is full of various seasons. Each season comes with good and bad, but we know it won't last forever. That's just the way it works. With the all-consuming season I'm currently in, I sometimes forget that it won't always be like this.

I won't always have to step around a kids stool, a kids toilet, a plastic bath, and 5 million toys to get into my shower each morning.

I won't always have to draw up a Super Bowl-worthy game plan just to go to Costco with both boys in tow.

I won't always need to keep a full snack cup in my console just so that Max doesn't cry all the way home each night.

I won't always make dinner for one child while nursing another child.

I won't always know about their poop contents.

I won't always start my day with a crying toddler who doesn't want to get dressed/wear socks/get a new diaper.

And as I look forward to those days, I have to remember what I'll be losing when this season comes to an end.

I won't always be able to hold these boys entirely in my arms.

I won't always be able to hold them as they fall asleep.

I won't always be the first person they see in the morning and the last person at night.

I won't always be the one they need the most.

So even though this season overwhelms me, and leaves me in tears on the bad days, there are enough good days sprinkled in that remind me to just laugh. These tiny humans will one day be fully capable adults. We'll share meals and conversation. We'll all take care of our own hygiene.  This season is just too wonderfully ridiculous to not find it absolutely amusing.