This month is filled with birthdays for our family. I can’t help but reflect during this time, as summer comes to an end, that another year has passed — this season of life feels fleeting.
Motherhood brings with it the ache of knowing that our children won’t be this small forever. It’s hard to imagine that they won’t always live under our roof. I have this belief in my heart, that if we live these moments with intention, if we stay present and connected, that I will always look back on this time with love, and not regret.
It’s one of my deepest desires to always feel connected to each of my children, individually. I want them to feel seen, to know that they are celebrated and loved and accepted and cherished for who they are.
My belief is that this connection happens in the quiet, simple, behind-the-scenes moments: from early mornings at the kitchen counter with bed-head and sleepy eyes to tucking them in at night while listening just a little longer to what is on their hearts — and countless little moments in between.
Those little moments are actually the big moments, and I don’t want to miss out on a single one.