These are the days

When I read the title of this post, I automatically start singing this song in my head. Sometimes when I'm frustrated with how something has been going this day and that day, it can become very hard to see beyond the present and realize that these are the days. The days I want to remember. The days I won't get back. The days that will soon fly by and I'll be wondering where my little kids went that will probably grow taller than I am.

I have a continually growing mound of parenting books on my nightstand that I'm anxious to get read, and I find myself praying throughout the day for God to please give me the answers to reach my children's hearts and turn them toward Him.

The truth is, I have really sweet kids and one of them just happens to be 3. And the other just happens to be an almost 2-year old who likes to mimic everything her older brother does. It's a season of life, and we'll survive.

One day this week I asked my son to pick out a book during reading time. This is what he chose. Oh the irony.