I Don’t Want You to Grow Up

I Don't Want You to Grow Up. Reminding myself of 1 Samuel 1:27-28

How is it that our kids seem to grow up so quickly? I’ve really been thinking about this a lot lately.

I’m so not ready for this…

I’m not ready for my little boys to grow up.

Time seems to be slipping away from me.

I know it is what has to happen though.

Life continues on.

 

But when you get the next size clothes out for your youngest and find the shirt his brother wore to announce your pregnancy and then the shirt he wore to meet his baby brother, it’s hard not to get a little emotional.

 

 

 

I’ll take the chaos, Cheerios on the floor and all

In a recent Instagram post, I uploaded this picture with this to say about the situation:

 

“This is motherhood. This is your toddler throwing breakfast on the floor while you make your coffee. This is the life I chose.

I didn’t have to chose this. I didn’t have to leave my career and stay home. I didn’t have to have more than 1 child.

But I love it. I love it even on the hard days.

I love it when my preschooler crawls into my lap and asks me to read one more book for the 10th time during our morning read aloud. I love it when my toddler looks up at me with his coy smile and giggles hysterically for reasons only known to him.

“I prayed for this child, and the LORD has granted me what I asked of him.” 1 Samuel‬ ‭1:27‬. Everyone says the years are short, and now I can see it. I can see how my oldest will be 5 on his next birthday. I feel like it wasn’t that long ago that he was placed into my arms for the first time. My “baby” will be 2 in a few months as I cruise further into my 30’s.

I had an older woman tell me one time “Just wait until you have grandkids!” But I don’t want to yet. It’s all going by so fast that it’s weird to think in 13.5 years, my oldest will be 18.

So I will cherish these moments, Cheerios on the floor and all. Because as crazy as the days can be, they are short. And one day my cute little boys will be handsome grown men.

And Mommy will probably cry. ”

 

 

God gave them to me, but I have to give them back

So when life seems to be running faster than I’d like, I am reminded of 1 Samuel 1:27-28 as I mentioned above.

“I prayed for this child, and the LORD has granted me what I asked of him. So now I give him to the Lord . For his whole life he will be given over to the Lord. And he worshiped the Lord there.”

Our children are such a precious gift, but that gift is not ours to hold tight to. God gives them to us, but we must also do our best to give them to Him and rear them to love Him as well.

 

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So mommy will continue on, pray for my boys and raise them to love the Lord. Even though she might get a little misty when she finds a teeny, tiny baby sock tucked away in a box of big boy clothes.

 

 

 

 

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3 Comments

  1. So precious! My only boy just turned five years old and I completely understand! The whole experience has left me weepy and sentimental. But I love the boy he is and is becoming.

  2. Hi Candice, I SO identify with these emotions!! 😀 I’ve been thinking a lot about how the world tells us it is sad that babies grow up, but we know in the gospel that the best is truly in the future…

  3. I might need to go cry a bit after this. My oldest is 13 and youngest is 8. The time from the moment I prayed for the to now just vanished, so I am forever trying to hang on. Our Heavenly Father uses things like this to loosen my grip… Thanks, Candice. <3

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