It's a little bizarre, realizing how fast two years can wiz by. I'm realizing I deal differently with Lucy growing up, versus the three boys growing up. At each of the boys birthdays, I get a little sentimental...a little sad that they are growing. Which is dumb, I know, because the are meant to grow. It is a gift to watch them grow, but in the growing is also a knowing that with each year that passes they become a little less mine, and a little closer to becoming someone else's.
And that's a good thing. A beautiful plan...that those little boys are growing (so very fast) and becoming young men...handsome young men, who will one day capture the heart of a girl. And though that young girl won't replace me, she will take over that young mans heart, the heart that now belongs to his mama alone.
I think that's what makes being a mama to boys so very special, so unique.
I love her two year old self...but I don't long for it to last. I didn't feel weepy over how fast it's going. Instead, I can just enjoy her...and even anticipate what's to come as she grows. As a girl, I know that our relationship as mother and daughter will deepen so very much. I mean, after all, I'm a pretty great grown-up-daughter friend! I'm sure I'm way more fun than when I was two!
Lord willing, Lucy will grow up into a beautiful young woman...and a handsome young man will capture her heart someday, just like her daddy did to mine. And when I think about that, I smile. Which is funny, because when I think about girls capturing my boys...It's more of a furrowing of the brow, that crosses my face.
Anyways. You see the difference.
With Lucy, I don't have that sense of her "slipping" away from me as she grows. (Poor Ben will have to deal with that one. ;) And as I watch parents around me, who have children who are grown, I realize that parenting is always about enjoying the moment, and of holding on while letting go.
I am so thankful for these four amazing little people that God has created from Ben and I. Please God, help us survive the teenage years that will approach far too soon...and please help Lucy not to have a sassy mouth like her mother. Amen.