Shortly after my first born son was born, my pastor said to me, “The days are long but the years are short”. I really didn’t realize the truth he spoke to me in that moment. I wondered why he would say such a thing to a brand new mom. After all, I was a sleep deprived zombie at the time and what I needed was an encouraging word or at least that is what I thought I needed. Wasn’t there a better piece of advice, some piece of wisdom that he could have said?
The more the years pass the more I understand what my pastor had said to me.
Now that my first born son is entering his high school years, this statement is ringing ever so true in my mind. I feel as though there isn’t enough time to teach him all he needs to know before leaving our home. I don’t feel there are enough days much less enough years. I don’t feel ready.
The days are long but the years are short.
Now that I am longing for more long days, I don’t think there is anything more important than that piece of wisdom that someone can share with a brand new mom. You are sleep deprived, you are a walking zombie but hold on because the days are long but the years are indeed entirely too short.