I’m Gonna Miss This


I’m Gonna Miss This “You’re gonna miss this one day!”

We’ve all heard this at one point or another, probably at 5 million points and counting. It’s always a well-meaning grandma, empty-nester neighbor, or random older parent at the grocery store who thinks they’re encouraging you, but oftentimes they are heaping on shame and mom guilt that we don’t enjoy every single solitary moment of mothering. Even I have been guilty of throwing out this phrase in my weaker moments, but while we don’t always love this reminder, we can pretty much all agree why people say it:

Because it’s true.

Hear me out, tired, touched-out, desperate mama: I don’t mean you have to relish in the cracked nipples, toddler tantrums, or endless messes that may seem to define your everyday life of late. It’s okay to admit that motherhood sucks sometimes and that you have been known to lock yourself in the bathroom and cry because this is just so freaking hard. (Um, yes, me.) But at the same time, on the good days, you can also see why people say it. These babies really are amazing, and it is an honor to be their mom.

These days I’m not worried about timing baby’s last feeding or what color my toddler’s bowl is or praying this last pack of diapers lasts until we get paid. My four kids range from ages 6 to 14, and oftentimes I think I would trade middle school drama and teenage hormones for teething and nap schedules in a heartbeat. It’s true: I do miss walking out of the bathroom to find my toddlers gave each other Sharpie tattoos, describing to other moms about the diaper blow out in Target that made it all the way to her hair and I had to buy a new outfit because I forgot to put a fresh one in the diaper bag, watching “Tangled” all by myself because my daughter fell asleep on my lap and I didn’t have the energy to get up and take her to the bedroom (also Rapunzel is the best Disney princess; fight me). 

But the truth is, I’m going to miss this phase too.

I’ll miss the days when my daughter asks me at 6am to curl her hair before school because it will look great with her outfit. I’ll miss being a low-key hero when my son realizes right before baseball practice that he left his cleats in the garage, and I manage to bring them back just in time so he doesn’t have to run laps. I’ll miss hearing their stories about what happened at school while we’re driving home when one day they can drive themselves. I’m going to miss when my son asks for help picking out a Valentine’s gift for his girlfriend, because what says “I like you but we’re only 12-years-old”? These days, my upstairs always smells like feet, the toilets are never clean, sibling fights are known to draw blood, and we’re constantly running out of snacks, but at the end of the day, this wild season of constant dirt and noise and emotional overload is temporary, and I know I’ll be sad when it’s gone.

Whether you are in the trenches with itty bitties, navigating the treacherous waters of big kids, or anywhere in between, there is beauty ahead, and there is also beauty where you are. Each season of motherhood is filled with both incomprehensible challenges and indescribable joy. One of the few constants throughout the journey is the assurance that sure enough, one of these days I’m gonna miss this.

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Knoxville born and bred, my love for this area is deep and true! I'm a working-turned-stay-at-home mom to 4 kiddos from elementary to high school. My husband and I live in Knoxville where we both lead nonprofit organizations and are trying to become Love in our community. I love watching my kids learn something new, cooking for other people (but not for myself), and telling myself I'm a #fitmom when I go to the gym like once a month. I'm a bottle-feeding, disposable diapering, public-schooling (other than the time I homeschooled for a minute) mom with the stereotypical chill attitude of moms with large(r) broods. I love meeting new people, but I talk way too much and laugh when I'm uncomfortable. If you don't mind long stories and bad jokes, we are sure to be friends! Follow my family adventures on my blog Unthank You Very Much



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