I spent this past weekend with my sister, who is 10 years older than me.
Her oldest son is an electrical engineer, and youngest daughter is about to graduate from college.
She and her husband both work full time.
It was nice to get away and be in the company of adults for for 48 hours.
The house was quiet. No one ever said “what?”, or “where is this”, or “can I get that?”.
I never had to repeat myself. Not once.
There was no running, no arguing, no asking if so-and-so can come over.
No schedule. No bedtimes. No toys to pick up.
We went for a walk in the middle of the morning. Then went out to lunch. And shopped – for adult clothes in stores with expensive breakable things on glass shelves.
We had a 1 hour and 45 minute wait for dinner – and no one cared. We just walked around, enjoyed the weather, and had a couple of drinks.
It was so wonderful.
I was starting to think how great it will be when my boys are older and my husband and I have that quiet life.
But I had to stop myself.
Because as crazy and chaotic as this life with young children is, it is equally beautiful and special.
Not everyone gets the opportunity to have children and live a normal, ordinary life.
Some are sick, some have lifelong disabilities, and some don’t make it past birth.
So for now, I will cherish the dirty floors, because they mean I have active boys running through the house.
I will cherish the busy schedule, because that means I have kids who want to be involved and have multiple interests.
I will cherish the arguing, because that means my boys are learning to negotiate, when to stand their ground, and when to back down.
I will cherish the noisy evenings, because that means my boys are playing together, not glued to a video game or the TV.
I will cherish the little things that my boys consistently teach me are surprising and exciting.
Like finding your first four-leaf clover.
Do you ever wish you could fast-forward through life? What would you be missing out on?