I am so overly aware that my time as a new mom is precious.

“The days are long but the years are short. Enjoy it. It goes by too fast!”, they say. 

Time is an interesting character. A thing of its own. Ticking away either much too slow or way too fast.

I feel at the mercy of time, now more than ever.

Whether it’s a good time or a hard time, it’s just for a period of time. The feelings and tasks of the moment are fleeting, growing and changing. Big struggles become tiny blips. Happy moments become fond memories.

I hear so many people say, “I will be happy once ____ happens.” _____ can be that new job, new house, your newborn sleeping through the night, your school year to be over, etc.

But what if ___ happens and you’re not happy?

I vow not to wish away the present, but to find joy in the moment, whatever that moment in time brings.