This year is my last year in a real stay-at-home mama capacity.
Next year, when Miss A goes to school, I'll be made partly redundant.
Of course, I'll always be the mum, and the craziness of motherhood will simply enter a new season, but there will be days I won't be at home with a small or three.
When the realisation struck, I suddenly felt the need to record everything.
This is it.
These days with the play dough, and the cutting up fruit for morning tea with Playschool on in the background, and the chattering voices for company as I hang laundry.
They'll be over before I know it.
The days that felt, when Joel was born almost 8 years ago, like they'd last forever.
And when I grocery shop alone and see those mamas with little ones; tired and overwhelmed, I'll smile wistfully and remember these days with gladness.
Glad because I'm here. Because I'm living it, loving it, capturing it.
In all it's mess, and its frustration and it monotony.
I'll be glad I didn't rush it away, or fill it up with distraction.
I'll be glad I sat, and dressed Barbies, and pushed swings, and sat [bored] at the park as they played, and went for walks, and explored and sacrificed and gave, and collapsed into bed each night only to do it all again the next day.
I'm thankful for the gift of hindsight, even before I get there.
I'm here in the midst of the mess, and thankful for Grace, and still learning how to do it all better.
I wanted this forever, and I'm living this mama-dream.
In all it's shouty, and sleep deprived and impatiently beautiful moments.
I'm linking up with Milina and Tahnee, and their Year of Motherhood. Both amazing photographers, inspiring me to keep capturing the small things.