Bliss

It is a Saturday morning. Every Saturday, Hubby and I get to sleep in a little. When I say sleep in, I mean not waking up at 6am.

At exactly 7am, I hear the pitter patter of little feet - namely my 5 year old son - zipping pass my bedroom to get to the remote control first so he gets to watch the rest of the "My Little Pony" series. Followed closely by my 7 year old son, who is now trying to whisper instructions to the 5 year old. For fear of waking us up.

You can recognize the walking sound of my 11 year old girl. She walks, or rather skips, and hums to herself at the same time. I can hear the muffled suggestion she is making and then settling down to watch TV with her younger brothers. There is no noise as my 13 year old teenage son stealthily slips pass my bedroom, bags ("chope" for you locals) the seat to the MacBook.  I hear him occasionally winding his sibs up, but mostly just the tapping of the keyboard and swishing of the mouse.

I turn to face my Hubby. He is snoring gently away peacefully. It is a great picture to wake up to, someone you love sleeping. The warm bed and the gentle breeze blowing through my bedroom. The background of TV, computer and the snippets of sibling conversation.

Bliss.

With the bliss is also the knowledge that time and tide waits for no man. I am running out of time. My babies are no longer babies. They are individuals in their own right. I raised them to be so. That's the way it should be. While I am very proud of each and every one of them, I wipe a tear off the corner of my eye every time I think of them leaving my side to live their own exciting lives.

The breast feeding and diaper changes seem endless when they were babies.  But now that even my 5 year old can make a Nutella sandwich and pour a cup of milk for his breakfast, I wistfully think of the times when they were fully dependent on me. Oh why was I just trying to get it over and done with instead of enjoying the moment?

I know hubby would disagree with me. He is glad all the hard work is done. He misses the times when they were young but he is enjoying the now much more than the past. He still laughs when we recollect the times of silliness but looks forward to our next family outing or holiday

After all, we only have now since we don't know what the future holds. So love and laugh as much as we can today. The past is history and tomorrow can wait.

 

PS: I wrote this entire post while getting my hair washed, cut and treated. And trying to make small talk to my hairdresser without looking like I am ignoring him.