Two boys and a Quilt Shop

Yesterday was one of those days that reality had a delayed reaction in my heart and mind.  My boys are growing up and way too fast!  How do I know this?  Because I got to peacefully shop uninterrupted 20 minutes in a quilt shop today!  Yes!  You read that right!  Uninterrupted!  Peacefully!! For 20 whole glorious minutes!  And yes...the boys were there!!!  To top it off, the woman working in the quilt shop complimented their behavior!  WHAT????  Seriously, its all just too much. Reflecting back on the moment, I realize I didn't even thank her!  I just said 'Really?' And stared at her with a look of disbelief.  Let's take a moment and reflect on this.

Now that the moment has passed, so much has run through my mind about this experience.  Let me first begin by saying that I regret not looking at that store clerk and saying thank you.  I should be proud of my boys; not surprised!  Everyone at school and church always says how well behaved the boys are both separately and together.  Mom fail moment.  Mom-up!  Show some pride, not surprise!

Secondly, they were being good.  Like, really good.  As I perused the smallish shop, I listened in to their sweet conversation. Okay, I admit, they had my phone but they were sharing and taking turns so nicely!  They were even encouraging each other and helping one another try to destroy the Star Wars enemy! They sat at a table that I presume is used for classes given at the shop and did not move the entire time. They even showed some interest in some of the fabric I showed with them. 

Lastly, it seems that these days the boys are very interested in everything but what I want to do.  If I'm honest, this is a double edged sword. On one hand this means their growing up, becoming more independent and discovering their own likes and dislikes.  On the other hand, this means their growing up, needing less of me in the way I'm used too and have sadly taken for granted.  Oh, I know they will still need me, but it's not the same.  And dog-gon-it, I've spent their early years being so stinkin stressed out and worried.  Why?  Well, I don't know why but it's sad.  Really sad.  Because now that they're growing up I realize how much I want to relive those days. You can never go back.  That's why I'm trying so hard to make this blog work for me. I was so stressed when the boys were younger that all my memories run together and get lost. So here's to typing my memories and two boys and a quilt shop!