[Little Man turned 6! Not so little anymore.]
"Oh, enjoy this time with them. It is so special." It more often then not would come at time when I literally felt like I was losing my mind [and most likely needed a shower.] Enjoy it, huh? Treasure it? Have you been at my house around 5pm? Living in the moment and enjoying them was the furthest thing from my mind. Sadly, I felt like I was simply surviving. My husband and I used to joke, "We're just making it to bed time."
And now I get it. I get what they were saying. I feel it everyday. I feel my boys getting "big". Gaining independence. Forging their own way in this world. I'm not sad about it. But now [outside the world of the dirty diapers and the witching hour], I can recognize that my time with them as young boys is fleeting. And I am going to do my very best to just enjoy it!