Ahhhh…planting season already.
Sometimes, in my brain, it sounds more like, “Awww…planting season…already”.
Other times, it resembles more of an, “Aaaaaaack! Planting season!! Already!”
Regardless of my current personal feelings on the situation, it is, indeed, time to plant in the State of Indiana.
We began putting in cool-weather crops a couple of weeks ago. We followed up with a second planting of many of them today–beets, sugar snaps, radishes, leafy greens. We also planted candy onions, kale, turnips, parsnips and kohlrabi. A rainbow of seed potatoes were put in a week ago, and our rhubarb is coming up nicely. The broccoli plants my husband started will be ready for the dirt in a week or so. We should be able to sample our first little harvest of this season’s asparagus tonight.
I struggle to comprehend that it is once again time to plant the produce that it seems like I just finished putting up for winter. I seem to have lost an entire month…or two.
Lately, I am increasingly aware of how quickly each day passes. Weeks that used to seem to meander along are now gone in what seems like moments. I am trying to hold on to the routine, the mundane, the essence of what our life here at home has always seemed to be while still embracing the changes that teenage children bring.
I’ll be honest: I miss my little ones. I miss their simplicity and wonder and snuggles. I miss bedtime stories and tickle times and three meals together each and every day. I don’t resent the changes that have come with having older children, and I do not wish things were different, but I genuinely miss those days of sticky fingers and blowing bubbles and three sweet kids being scrubbed in the tub.
I am so thankful that I was able to spend my days at home with them. I wouldn’t change that for the world. However, if I could do it all over again, I would choose to be even more present in the moment. I would choose even more long, lazy walks, even more times together bundled up in the snow, more times looking into their eyes and telling them who God has created them to be. I’d let go of more of the lesser things and hold more tightly to the greater. I’d play more. Cherish more. Ask more. Pretend more.
I’d commit to less outside of their world and do more in it.
I have never felt like I sacrificed myself when I chose to stay home with my kids. Instead, I feel like I have been impacted in such a life-altering, faith-building, comfort-zone-stretching way that I am better for my investment in their lives. They have softened me and challenged me and clarified for me in a way nothing else ever could. I am seeing glimpses of the harvest in my children, and I am pleased and humbled. They each shine in their own beautiful way even as they continue to learn and grow and navigate this garden of life.
I am so thankful that I took the time to sow when the soil was ready. Lord, help me to tend to their fertile hearts with the fruits of Your Spirit.