Folding laundry tonight got me thinking about how quickly time passes. I put away some clothing that Warren has recently outgrown. Picking up each little outfit, I smiled as I remembered him running around in them, covering them with sand, or yogurt, loving life as only a three-year-old can. It’s not the first time I’ve had to box up a cute shirt or pair of socks that no longer fit him, of course. But it still makes me sad to think that he’s too big for them now. There’s something about knowing that he’ll never wear them again that really gets me. It all seems to happen so fast.
It made me think of our dear prophet, President Monson, and his talk, “Finding Joy in the Journey.” I tear up reading his wise counsel to be grateful for this season of motherhood:
“If you are still in the process of raising children, be aware that the tiny fingerprints that show up on almost every newly cleaned surface, the toys scattered about the house, the piles and piles of laundry to be tackled will disappear all too soon and that you will—to your surprise—miss them profoundly.”
Nostalgia hits me hard, I’ll admit. But sentimental sap aside, I know that I can find more ways to treasure the little moments of Warren’s childhood. I never want to look back, when packing away his high school Varsity soccer jersey, and realize that I wasted those years worrying more about the dirty dishes or the next task on my To Do List than enjoying my sweet, funny kid.