Small children, big obligations – all parents will agree with this. Life with young children is chaotic, unpredictable, stressful, full of sleepless nights …
Nights are long.
When you finally return home, with the hospital bracelet on your wrist, and your sweet newborn cries all night. When you try everything you know to calm down, and nothing works, and at the end, the expected tears of joy will turn into tears of frustration and exhaustion.
When you sway, you calm down and sing lullabies, and everything is in vain, and the cradle that you chose with so much attention is empty, while you walk through the house, rustling, and drenching, praying that the dream will come.
When the temperature is high, his eyes that always dance with pleasure are tired and lifeless. When his little body is overwhelmed by illness, and you do not know what is wrong. When you call for emergency medical help, or you search for symptoms online, you will be scared.
When we lie awake at night and wonder if our little ones have friends at school, our bodies have been exhausted since the day, but questions still stir our mind: did they adapt, are they happy, have we learned enough things to deal with these new experiences?
When those who once filled our back seat with more questions and songs than our ears could bear, now, a few years later, browsing in their phone silently. When their eyes that were once full of excitement and laughter are now turning up more often than we want, and we are wondering if everything is fine in their world. We try, but sometimes we feel unable to find a way to the essence of things.
When she goes out to a loving meeting, and you are wondering if there will be enough everything she has learned and all the conversations you have had. When he comes out with his friends, and you will hope that he will be a leader, not a follower. When everything is packaged in the car, and your eyes meet once again with her through the window for the last time before she leaves home.
Yes, the nights are long.
But the years?
Oh, the years are short.
When that little one that ever slept in the cradle is too long for her, and you put it in the crib.
When the smallest handle that ever tightens your finger, I will let your hand go quickly and leave on the first day in a kindergarten.
When our babies who ever jumped, hugged and filled their hands with our hair, they begin to bend, correct and stylize their hair.
When the one you thought he would never sleep, you would sleep until noon if you allowed him.
When the hand, which seems to you like yesterday to learn to wave while telling you to say: “PA-PA”, now you waving for goodbye and leaving the car.
When our little ones will become big; When our path becomes their way; When our love stretches to the extent of pain …
We will remember …
That the nights were very long, but the years are very short.