Time Grabs You By The Wrist & Tells You Where To Go

Is that not profound?
Wish I could claim the quote as my own but it actually belongs to the song made popular in the 90's, "Time of Your Life".

I am not the world's best mom. I'm not the worst. But I'm trying. And next to living my life for Christ, it's the thing I think about most in my life. And I try all the time.

Yesterday at MOPS, the guest speaker said, "children are like wet cement." Yipes. Could I feel more guilty?
At the times I have yelled.
At the times I have spanked.
At the times I've said, "I'll read to you in just a minute. let me finish my work."

And this is not just a relationship. Not a friendship, in which you have a certain amount of time in which to perfect your interractions.
Flynn will only be 35.57 months today.
And Gabe is only 14.45 months today.

I only have one chance to mother. And they only have one mother. Time is fleeting. Like I said before , I want to freeze time. When I hold Gabe's long body & his legs hang off my lap, seemingly further than they did the day before, I remember.
It's going by so fast.
I don't want to have any regrets.
I want to be a good mommy today.
Or as Flynn says, "Momma."

I'm going to go.... Flynn wants me to read to her.