Changing of the Seasons

Last week I did something totally out of character for me.
I packed a bag, hopped on a plane, and left my boys.
I had never even stayed a night away from Creek (in fact, we all still pile in bed together),
but I flew across the country to stay with four women I’ve never met in person before.



No, Dustin didn’t finally get fed up with my crazy and send me packing.
I decided at the last minute to attend the doTERRA One Convention in Salt Lake City.
Let me tell you, I’m so glad that I did.
Not just because I learned more about the amazing company I work for,
but because I learned more about myself.

I know, that sounds so cheesy, but it’s the truth.
I never even considered going because there was no way
I could spend the night away from my boy.
He would wake up without me in the middle of the night and be upset.
He would be confused because I left him and wonder if I was ever coming back.
He would not be able to go on functioning. 
And that’s just Dustin, don’t even get me started on how Creek would feel!

The truth is, Creek did just fine.
He was surrounded by family who loved him & entertained him.
Every time I would Facetime, he was too preoccupied to even talk to me.
And that’s when it hit me; the season has changed.

No longer is he the baby whose cries were only soothed when this Mama held him.
No longer does he ask for “boob milk” (yeah….I’ve been a walking buffet for the last 2.5 years).
No longer does he need to hold my hand while he walks.
No longer is he a baby.


He is a little boy who has opinions & craves independence.
It makes my Mama heart want to burst with joy, 
and break with the pain of knowing that he is growing further away from me every day.
On the days when I am ready to pull my hair out, 
a verse always comes to mind that reminds me how quickly these days go by,
and how much I will miss stepping on toy tractors in a few years.

“To every thing there is a season, and time to every purpose under heaven”
Ecclesiastes 3:1


The seasons of life seem to fly by when you are busy raising a family.
It is my prayer to live more intentionally and embrace each day, good and bad.
To reap the fleeting memories from each season that we sow.
After all, Creek may put on his own shoes,
but he still comes to this Mama to make sure they’re on the right feet.


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