Worshipping the past

I'm a social media person.  When I'm nursing my baby, I'm on Facebook.  When I'm waiting for the water to boil and the kids are otherwise occupied, I check my updates. 

Well, because a large number of my Facebook friends are moms, I've noticed a trend that I often take part in myself:  worshipping the past.  

Facebook has a feature that shows you your status messages from previous years on that date.  So, for example, you can see what happened on this day in 2010, 2011, etc etc.  It's pretty cool! 

But the tendency with us moms is to see pics of our sweet kiddos and become overwhelmed with sentimentality.  "LOOK AT HER WHEN SHE WAS 6 MONTHS OLD!" and then comes sadness. Sadness that they're not that small any more. Sadness at a day that is gone forever.  

Perfectly natural.

Y'all, this hot mess mom doesn't have time for that.  I am way too busy and my life is way TOO GOOD TODAY to sit here and dwell on what used to be.  

I'm making a choice today. I'm going to visit 2010 Krista and her adorable little baby and I'm going to say hello and then go hug that little baby who is now 5 years old and enjoy her today.   I'm not going to be sad. I'm going to be happy that that baby is still on my lap (albeit heavier) and that we have another day to enjoy each other. 

I will not be sad about things that are gone. I will be happy for things of today and things to come.

So, here we begin.

My oldest, Madelyn, graduated from her one day a week kindergarten yesterday. Caps, gowns, it was purely adorable.

She was the picture of self confidence and grace in a 5 year old. Me? I was feeling like a crazy person inside trying to make sure her 3 younger siblings had everything they needed to not be crazy banshees.
Crackers for a snack? Check
Wipes? Diapers? Check
Stress medicine for the husband who hates crowds? Check
Liam (who just turned 4) kept farting and telling everyone in a 2 row radius about it.
Ella (10 months) was pulling down my shirt almost exposing me over and over again because she wanted to nurse NOW.
Gracie (2) laid down in the aisle and instead of worrying about germs like I see other moms do,  I was just hoping she might fall asleep down there.
All in all it was a good night and I'm so proud of my girl.
I'm also thinking, "ah man. Now we have to do 1st grade stuff!" And 1st grade stuff just seems more....real.  One day at a time though, mama. We'll get through this, one hot mess day at a time.