Growing up, country music had a lot to say on parenting.

I remember it cautioning me to . . .

Let them be little, ‘cause they’re only that way for a while.

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That this phase is gonna fly by; that it won’t be like this for long.

That I’m gonna miss this, that I’m gonna want this back, and that I’m gonna wish these days hadn’t gone by so fast.

That the view I’ll love the most is my front porch looking in.

That I must have done something right to deserve a hug every mornin’ and butterfly kisses at night.

That my wish would be for their dreams to stay big and worries to stay small.

That if given the choice to sit it out or dance, I’ll hope they dance.

That I’ll want all the dreams they dreamed of to come true.

That I shouldn’t blink because life goes faster than you think.

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And that I won’t just love my kids every now and then; that it’s a love without end, amen.

And while I didn’t fully grasp it then, may I just tell you I finally understand it now.
My mama heart can confirm.

It was true.

Originally published on the author’s Facebook page

Erin Eddy

I am a 36-year-old, stay-at-home, homeschool mom residing in Illinois. I like to be honest and sincere with readers, diving into topics such as child-rearing and a previous divorce. My ultimate objective is to inspire.