A Mommy in Brazil

As I was cleaning up piles of cut papers, toys, crayons and additional mess my son made last night I couldn’t help thinking that there will be a day when I will miss this mess.

Right now I think it is pretty boring and time consuming to clean up after him and I was thinking just that a moment ago when a different thought came into mind and made the cleaning much easier. There will be a day when there won’t be any mess to clean up…

And that is a pretty sad thought actually, not at all nice as you might think. Instead I am reminded that these years will soon be gone to never come back. Son my son will be grown up and won’t need me to pick up after him any longer. He will be able to fix his sandwiches himself (actually he could really be doing that), he won’t need me to tell him what not to do or what to do.

I see how big my son already is, he is five now and I find that incredibly hard to believe. Where did my baby go?? That tiny little thing I held in my arms on New Years Eve 2003? Actually he was meant to be born January 1st on 2004, but instead the doctors decided that Dec 29 2003 would be a better day. I remember it like it was yesterday yet those days are so far away….

I’ll just continue to clean up this mess and be thankful that I have some mess to clean up, that is a blessing I was given.