It’s another “first day of school” around the Morgan house this morning, and I’m reminded that time doesn’t stand still. It seems like just a few years ago I was wondering if I even wanted kids. Children seemed like so much work, and if anyone could “screw up” at raising kids, it would be me.
I remember when the first child came. I kept feeling sick and was light-headed because I was so scared. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this, but it was happening. It was a “ready or not, here I come” moment. I’d never seen or experienced anything like childbirth. Every time one of my children was born God did a miracle in my heart. I remember what felt like an instant sense of love that came over me that I had never experienced before. The second that child appeared in this world, I would have given my life for him.
I still remember each of my children’s births. A nurse always asked, “Do you want to hold him?” I remember shaking my head “no” and thinking, “He might break.” She always gave them to me anyway. They were all the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. Then I made a HUGE mistake … I blinked … and that little baby grew up… and tomorrow we’ll be moving two of them to Lubbock to start college. Time doesn’t stand still.
Just yesterday they were all babies, today they’re young men and soon we’ll wish they’d come back and visit more often.
If you still have children at home, value each moment … because before you know it you’ll blink and they’ll be all grown up.