~these are the days of babies at my feet~
You know those days? Those days of babies at your feet all the time. Those days where little hands and arms are lifted up towards you. Those days that wherever you go, a little human is trailing after you. Those days where you might trip over them if you’re not careful.
Some days, it seems like there are so many hands and arms that want to be lifted and held. Some days there’s so much going on that stopping to lift up your baby feels like a burden. Not because you don’t love them or want to hold them, but because not much can get done while they’re in your arms.
I’ve been somewhat painfully aware of how fleeting these days are with little arms outstretched. My oldest daughter is almost tall enough that I don’t have to bend my head down to rest on top of her head. Almost, but not quite. My other two older children don’t lift their hands to be held anymore. Hugs, yes. But their arms wrap all the way around my body.
I have two littles who still reach up to be held.
They rest their arms on my knees or legs. They tilt their head way back to see up to me. They pull on my pants. One can tell me she wants to be held. One still grunts his way through it.
Hold me, mama. Be close to me. Make me feel safe and loved. I just want to know you’re with me.
Some days it’s harder to stop everything and just pick them up. Some days it’s necessary because they’re crying if you don’t. Some days a quick kiss and hug will do the trick. Some days everything gets put on hold to stop and cuddle.
Those have been my days lately. Putting aside the everything else just to hold them.
I have to remind myself that there will be a day when these last two littles don’t lift their arms anymore. When they just wrap themselves around my waist. When that day comes, I might be looking up to some of my kids. Or resting my head on top of others.
That day will come too fast.
So today, I hold them. When they reach up their arms, I pick them up. I kiss their cheeks, their hair. I wrap my arms around them and say a prayer of thanks for these days of full arms and full hearts.
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