How Did I Get Here??

Do you ever stop and ask yourself, "How did I get here?" I know that I do, quite frequently, in fact.

I used to ask myself how on earth I went from being a teenager to a married woman trying to balance life. Now I ask myself how I went from being a mom to a tiny newborn to "Mama." I used to hover over and cuddle a tiny, defenseless creature. Now I force myself to stand back and watch as my triumphant toddler climbs the steps the slide or manages to scale a bookshelf in 5 seconds flat. I use to wait with anticipation for every coo or gurgle. These days, I fully expect to hear running feet down the hall and, "Hey Mama!"

Just the other day, Drew took off running towards the bathroom and yelled back over his shoulder to Jesse, "I go potty!" He then ran into the bathroom with me, patted the lid to the toilet and said, "This a pot." After that, he lifted the lid and started scooting his little pants down. Of course, I helped him and put him up there and of course, nothing actually happened. He sure put forth a valiant effort though!

So once again, I found myself thinking, "How did I get here?" A part of me wants to freeze time because this, here, right in this moment seems so perfect. I know though that as amazing as he is now, that little man will only continue to stop me in my tracks and leave me asking that question. And that, that is something I would not trade for anything.