When my babies are grown, I know these things, I will miss.
The smell of them when I give them a deep hug, pressing my face into their necks.
A smile with nothing but gums.
First steps on wobbly legs.
Belly laughs with siblings.
Jumping out and scaring each other, then both laughing so hard.
Rocking babies with stuffed up noses, cutting teeth, and scary dreams in the night.
Telling them I’m proud of them and watching their faces beam. Though I hope I see this one throughout their lifetime, I think it might be different to see it at this age, when they are just starting to understand what it means and seeing just how much it means to them.
Kisses from the tiniest little lips.
My girls sitting so close to each other they seem like one person.
The look of pure delight my baby boy has in his eyes when he sees his sisters.
Baby breath, sleepy eyes, and red cheeks when I get them up from a nap.
Listening to the conversations of two little girls who are best friends. Especially when they don’t know I’m listening.
The little wrinkled-up-nose smile from my baby boy.
Chunky baby thighs.
Chunky baby bums.
Chunky baby cheeks.
Ok. Anything chunky on a baby.
Baby hair that curls in the back.
The little baby bop they do when they are first figuring out dancing.
Tiny hands. There is just something about tiny hands.
And little girl knees.
Them falling asleep in my arms. Or on my chest.
Watching them while they sleep.
The funny way they say certain words, like: googlies (binoculars), dults (adults), sessed (obsessed), kooray (hooray), licious (delicious), lblblb (banana-it’s more of a sound than a word).
The songs they make up. Usually so sweet. Always funny.
When their tears are instantly stopped just because I pick them up.
The joy they have for every reason and for no reason.
The sounds they make before they can talk.
Little hands held up, asking me to pick them up.
The little whimpers they make before bed or when they don’t feel so good that sound like a puppy. Melts my heart.
The adorable whining. Just seeing if you are awake. I will not miss the whining. But I’m not sure anyone has promised me this ends when they grow up.
Little baby bums that wiggle from side to side as they crawl down the hall.
The look on a face when they are first understanding the word, ‘no.’
A baby that crawls up to me and pulls himself up with an outstretched arm; his invitation to me to pick him up.
The little glance my baby gives to see if I’m watching him.
My little girls who glance to see if I’m close enough that they feel safe.
Squeals of pure delight while mommy or daddy throw them onto the bed to tickle or snuggle.
Hearing ‘I wuv you’ out of little baby mouths.
I’m finishing up this list on the eve of my baby boy’s first birthday. It seems appropriate. According to our current plans, he is our last baby. Who knows what God will do, but this is where we are right now. And there are so many things I will miss about having a baby. Things I will deeply miss. I have loved this season of growing our family. More than I ever thought I would. Also, these last few years have been the hardest of my life. It is a season of learning to serve selflessly, find strength you would have perhaps never found otherwise, and of wishing for just a few moments to yourself that really never come. But it is a season. And ten years from now, I’ll think it was a short season. Right now it seems like a never ending one. And though it is hard, it is one that is exceptionally blessed. Not because of any reason other than the three little kids I get to share it with. The three loves that are rocking my world. And I know new and different seasons will come. And just like I can’t wait till my kids will sleep in and not need my help for every little thing, I will wish for simpler times when their needs were much more innocent. I know, there will be so many things I miss about this time in our lives. So I just wanted to write down a few of them.