The way things happen sometimes surprise me. I mean, I continually plan my life, map my days and schedule appointments. That should hold some water right? Whatever! Life constantly changes around me. Things happen I don't expect, like Little Bit breaking her arm. And the dog eating my couch. And the girls growing up. (O.K. I should expect that one) I just think it's funny that I think I have any control at all.
And truly, what do I want to control? Weeeeeeeell, my husband, children, dog and all my days. I want to make a decision and not have anything sidetrack me, nothing to get in the way and everything to go according to plan. Because I do have a plan. And it's a good one! BUT....life hardly ever goes according to MY plan. I've talked alot about time moving quickly, life going forward faster than I can run. It seems to be a theme lately.
Perhaps it's because Emily is almost 18. And next year will be in college. And Hillary lives far away and is constructing a life for herself.....without me to hug and love on her. And good gracious! she's marrying age! (by that I mean she can get married) I could be a grandma. And my grandchildren will be raised far away! EEK! (rabbit trail)
Back to subject at hand....I think this thought of life going so quickly is odd because deep down I seriously questioned if our children really ever would be adults. Whether they would ever truly be self sufficient and capable. I figured they would always be at one age or another, but I never really believed they would LEAVE ME. Isn't that funny??!
UGH! So next year, Emily will be in college and Chellsei (who I can't believe is a JUNIOR this year) will be a senior. Kaily will, gulp, be a junior. In 3 years, we could have only 2 children in the house. What a bizzare thought. It will be so quiet.
I am reminded, it's not my plan. And that these girls are only on loan. We have been blessed to be their parents. The only thing I can count on is that Someone loves them more than I do. That Someone has it all figured out and can look at the entire film strip of our lives.....and He's got it.
I can't even talk about Savannah and Harley growing up. Right now they are still in little girl mode. Except Savannah just started showing interest in doing her own hair saying "This looks cute, huh mom?!" I know that just around the corner is a time when they will all be living the lives God intends....and Matt and I can get to the business of being "empty nest-ers". Could be fun.....
I have had 6 eight year olds....Harley is the baby. Not a single broken arm in the bunch. One slide, our last 8 year old and a movie night later = 1 broken arm cuddled in a pink cast.
Isn't it funny?
