When we moved out of my parents’ home a couple of years ago, we specifically looked for a two-bedroom house to rent. The kids should have their own room because it’s difficult to squeeze in four individuals in one room. At first, Coby and Jianne were excited to set up their room. We placed their beds in strategic locations. Jianne’s bed was near the door so I could easily hear her when she cries at night. While Coby’s bed was beside the wall because he wants to sleep with his back touching the wall, this comforts him.
Before lights out, they crawl into their beds and we read them stories. We say goodnight probably a hundred times after that. At times too, Jianne would ask me to lay in bed with her for five more minutes. With their night light on and stuffed animals tucked beside them, I would kiss each child and say goodnight.
I was not comfortable the first night they slept in their own room. I felt something was missing. It was hard to let go even if they were just across the room. But my husband was so excited to have me all to himself haha! I kept looking at the kids’ door and checking if they’re okay.
They slept many more nights in their room after that but there were times when they requested to sleep in ours. We would allow only on specific days like Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays. But only Jianne can sleep on the bed with us. Coby has to bring in his cushion and sleep on the floor.
Before we all go to sleep, I would kiss them both and hug them tight. I would snuggle with both kids one by one because I don’t want either of them to feel left out. Even if Coby’s love language is not physical touch, he still craves the hugs and cuddles even he says he pretends he doesn’t 🙂
In the morning, when I wake up, I just love to watch them sleep. I am amazed at how much they have grown physically, mentally and emotionally. Three years from now, I will be having a teenager. Coby’s height shoot up quickly that I am only a few inches taller than him now. His voice sounds funny at times when he laughs too. Our little girls is also maturing too fast. Sometimes when I speak to her it’s as if I’m not talking to a 7-year-old.
While I sit and stare at their angelic faces every morning, I remember to pray for them. I ask God to guide me as mother and be best example for them. I pray that I would learn to accept their differences, their gifts and for who they are because God made them uniquely for His own purpose. I pray that they would continue to follow Christ as their Lord and Savior and learn from Him. And I pray that God would give me more time with them. If I had the power to control time, I would probably pause every waking moment I have with them.
So be careful how you live. Don’t live like fools, but like those who are wise. 16 Make the most of every opportunity in these evil days. Ephesians 5:15-16 NLT
How do you savor each moment with your kids? Share with me on the comments below.
