
How is it possible that yesterday could have been even better than Saturday?
I almost can't even put it all into words.
Truly, nothing special.
Honest.
Just Easter.
A beautiful day.
Family.
Relaxing.
We all had such a fabulous day! And weekend for that matter. How or why it was any more special than any other I have no idea. All I know is that it was!
I have to take a picture of the hanging basket my mother-in-law bought for me (Thanks again Neena!) It is gorgeous! Makes me so happy. And how is it possible that I took hardly any pictures! Took this one Sat nite.
The day ended with our now traditional night time egg hunt with the kids, and their cousins. We started this last year, as the daytime -egg -hunt- plastic -eggs- in -the - grass isn't too challenging for them any longer.My sister and I stood on the deck watching them have the best time running around with thier flashlights hunting for the eggs Nathan and Jim had very seriously hidden. We lamanted about how we are not ready to have this all be done for them. The kids are all getting older. Nathan is 15, not really interested this year in coloring eggs. He decided to help hide them tonight rather than hunt. He will pretty much take any oppotunity he can to help Jim. I know each age begins a new stage of fun with them, but I am so not ready to give up egg hunts, the easter bunny, frilly dresses, and all those other childhood things.Thankfully, I at least have the youngest of the bunch so we will be the last to give it all up. I can see how some people just continue to have more babies. But can assure you, I don't miss it that much.
I suppose we are entering a new stage as parents. We aren't the young parents with toddlers any longer. We are now heading toward parenting teenagers, and all the challenges that comes with it. I am not sure I am ready to be that "older mom". I am certainly not ready to be too serious,which will never happen. I am not ready to be m'am. Even though I know that that wet behind the ears store clerk is only showing respect to his elders. Maybe I wasn't lamenting the kids growing up as much as I was lamenting my own aging. Maybe a little bit of each. I don't feel older. I don't feel more mature. Not exactly sure what it is supposed to feel like actually. I am trying to remember that all those sleepless nights with a baby in the house, seemed never ending. They are now gone. So, now when we are busy and harried on a saturday morning fitting it all in, I remind myself, that some day it will be over also, and I will have that "precious" time alone, and will most likely hate it and be bored to tears! Right now I have happy healthy active children. What more could I want?
But still. I can take my moment as a mom and mourn for their babyhood, and anticipate what is yet to come. In the meantime, totally enjoy each day as it is, for what it is, and nothing more or less.


















