The seasons are changing and fall is upon us. It’s my favorite season. The cascade of changing leaves; the carved pumpkins; the vibrant hues; the smell of bonfires and Yankee candles; the cool, crisp air. Everything seems cozy as families draw nearer to each other and the holidays approach. Fall is just full of change and beauty.
I love everything about it.
Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons. Jim Bishop
As the weather has gotten colder and our shorts have changed to pants, I’ve come to realize that my boys have all grown. All of a sudden, their clothes seem to have shrunk and pants that fit just a few months ago are now high waters.
How does this happen?
My twins are full blown talkers and feelers. My almost 1 year old is walking and climbing everywhere; becoming more like a real little boy and less like a baby every day. None of their pants fit. And I can barely hold them all in my arms or lap anymore. My babies are not babies anymore.
This has been happening for a while, but looking at them with pants that are 3 inches too short as they frolicked in the leaves the past few weeks just brought it right on home.
Just as the seasons are changing, so is our life. As our life is changing, my boys are growing. As my boys are growing, so am I. And as I grow, so does my heart.
Everyday the boys say to me, “Mom, I’m your baby!??” And I say, “Yes! You’ll always be my baby!”
I can no longer easily hold them all in my arms; but I thank God they do still want me to try. My boys may be outgrowing my lap, but they’ll never outgrow my heart.
In my life, this is a season of change and unknown, growth and stretching, fear and freedom. My boys and I are all changing and so much is out of my control. As much as I want to hold on to certain things, I can’t fully embrace what’s next if my hands are full of the past. It’s a bitter sweet time of life, but my boys encompass all the sweet and I am so grateful we are growing in this together. The seasons, both figurative and literal, are only getting colder, but our love for each other (and new pants) will keep us warm! 🙂
Love the trees until their leaves fall off, and then encourage them to try again next year. Chad Sugg