Summer is winding down. (Already! Can you believe it?) School supplies are already piled up on the shelves in the stores. Fall fashion has already started filling the innards of the magazines at the supermarket checkout line. People are already talking about trading in their bikinis for skinny jeans and what they are doing for Labor Day.
It’s truly mind-blowing how fast time goes. My daughter, my baby girl, will be going into first grade and my son will be attending preschool. It’s hard to fathom, that in less than a month, we will be flying overseas and spending the next three years of our lives there.
As I reflect back on the past few months, I can attest to the fact that this summer has been especially crazy for us – moving out of our house, our house that we brought our third child home to, a house on a street where the neighbors were absolutely wonderful to living out of suitcases while visiting family for several months as we prepare to move to Europe.
Yes, this is stressful. Moving is always stressful. It’s hard on the family as a whole, the kids and the marriage. I told my husband, “I’m surprised more couples don’t get divorced after they PCS.”
On top of getting ready to move to another country and not having a place of our own, my husband is away at school for the summer. And do you know what the kids like to do when he is gone?
I bet you can guess – they like to act exponentially more crazy. I’ve got a 5 year old who is going on 16, a 3 year old who throws impressive tantrums, and a 6 month old who is totally chill (Thank God!)
But, despite all of this, you want to know something funny? As I watch my three year old screaming and kicking, as I watch my 5 year old give me sass and roll her eyes…I think…I’m going to miss this. I’m going to miss them being this little. One day they are going to grow up and they won’t be fighting over who gets to sit on my lap.
When I feel like tearing my hair out because I can’t take the whining for one more minute, I try to remind myself (when I can remember, that is) that this is only temporary. That it could be SO much worse. That we are SO lucky to have healthy, beautiful kids. That there are so many people out there who have lost their children and they would do anything to hear that whining. That there are so many people out there who have very sick children and they would give anything to hear their kids bickering upstairs instead of having to sit in their hospital room faced with the unknown.
I am LUCKY. So VERY lucky and I am grateful for it. Everyday, I thank God for my children, for the blessing that they are. It’s not lost on me.
Yes, I’m human. I get frustrated. I lose my temper. BUT I know that every fight, every eye roll, every tantrum is a BLESSING. I know that despite the daily stressors that come with having little kids, I wouldn’t want it any other way.