The sun is setting long before bedtime and soon I’ll probably be dropping off and picking the girls up from school in the dark. Winter is coming. But that’s not what I mean when I say I’m excited that the days are getting shorter. I’m referring to the expression The Days Are Long But The Years Are Short.
I’ve been living the first part of this mantra for years. The days were oh so long. Weeknight bedtime seemed to never come. Someone was always cranky from daycare, needed dinner, needed an hour of books and rocking and tucking in and another sip of water before I finally sat down to a few desperate alone minutes. The weekends were even harder. Up at 5 a.m., constant attention needed, tantrum after tantrum and bedtime could not come soon enough.
Finally, oh finally, the baby years are gone. Oh there is so much I miss. So much. But for today, I’m going to focus on the freedom of two potty trained children, no diapers, no nap for the older one and later bedtimes. We’re still not out of our summer habits of staying up too late. I find myself longing for the day when the little one won’t nap anymore and we can go on full day adventures without factoring in much needed rest time. The girls can be so independent and they can get totally lost together in their imaginations. It’s amazing to watch. Sometimes when they are really playing together well, I hate to call for bedtime or bath time.
It’s now exciting to stay up past their bedtimes. We go out to sneak a peek at the moon or say goodnight to Grandma one more time. We read an extra book or have a cup of hot chocolate on a dusk walk around the block. It almost seems magical to see how excited they get with these special treats. We plan fun days we’ll have and write them on the calendar. We dance and sing. Our little family is growing up and absolutely loving spending time together and coming up with adventures. I can’t wait to see what the future will hold for us. Finally, the days are short!