Not because I'm not ready for some kind of schedule and routine. I've missed that. Not because it wasn't time for earlier bedtimes and fewer movies and ENOUGH of the constant eating already. I'm over it. Not because I want Christmas back... we celebrated thoroughly and soundly. And let's be honest, Christmas is a HUGE amount of work for us mommas. Just ask my back - it went out early Saturday.
Even the amount of food and laundry doesn't make me wish it over. Well. Maybe the laundry.
I loved it.
It was messy and loud and meals overlapped all day long and the dishwasher ran constantly and I loved it.
I know I take it for granted. It's all I've known. But it's the best.
When the kids were all little it was exhausting to be with them 24/7. To have kids everywhere all of the time. To have few breaks and less rest. Looking back, I'm not sure how we even survived. This 42 year old momma would never be able to do what that much younger momma did.
But it was so worth it. I got to see them grow and learn and play and fight. I got to teach them how to help and love one another and be kind. Well, we're still working on some of that. Ha!
Now that they are older (well, most of them), I'm enjoying so much fruit from those years. No, I'm not done. Are we ever? But it's much less teaching and training and more talking and just BEING with them. And talking. Especially late at night. Yawn.
There's always more to learn. Always more to teach. Always more growth that is needed.
But after two weeks with all of my kids? From age 8 to age 20? I'm realizing anew how very blessed I am to be their momma. They are amazing people. Every one of them. They must take after their daddy.
I miss it, already.