Life's an Hourglass

When James was born, I decided that I would enjoy every stage of his life and not just wish for the next phase to start. I would hear many people say how it gets so much better once they sleep through the night, then it's once they stop teething, then it's once they are potty trained, and on and on the list went. But I didn't want to view James' life as just waiting until the next moment. I wanted to enjoy every minute of the phase he was in and that is how I view mothering him.  

Being James' mother is such a joy. And I tear up just thinking about the happiness it brings me to be his mother. I love seeing him play and make believe. I love seeing him learn to talk and learn to ride a bike. I love seeing him try to walk, talk and even dress like Brian. I love seeing his vibrant personality and sassy sense of humor take shape. I love seeing him make good choices and learn from his mistakes. I know that this childhood will be gone in a moment and he will be a man in the not so distant future. I just love soaking up all this time I am able to spend with him in this part of his life. 

I love this song from Mindy Gledhill, called Hourglass. This song perfectly captures my feelings about mothering a fun, little boy. She does so much better at describing what I'm trying to say!

Little boy, when you speak

I can't help but kiss your cheeks

I love the way you grab my hands

And tell me all about your plans 

Rocket high, comets fly

You and I could take a ride

And fly away to Neverland

And give our best to Peter Pan

When you reach for the stars

Don't forget who you are

And please don't turn around and grow up way too fast

See the sand in my grasp

From the first to the last

Every grain becomes a memory of the past

Oh, life's an hourglass

Life's an hourglass

Story's read, prayer is said

Close your eyes sleepyhead

While angels linger in your dreams

And hold you in their feathered wings

Just like you, I was small

Not that long ago at all

I wish you all the happiness

That God gives freely if you ask

When you reach for the stars

Don't forget who you are

And please don't turn around and grow up way too fast

See the sand in my grasp

From the first to the last

Every grain becomes a memory of the past

Oh, life's an hourglass

Life's an hourglass