I found this photo the other day, and it made me stop and see that things have changed.
The length of Alden’s hair, for one. And there’s a different baby in the high chair now.
Whenever I’m out at the grocery store with a shopping cart full of kids, older people stop me and say, with wistful eyes, that “It goes so fast,” and “They grow before you know it.”
I’m usually so mired in the haste and noise and clamor of the current kid-filled moment to connect with the idea that it will ever be anything but my present reality.
But then I see a picture like that, a window into something that is already past, and I see how true it must be. I guess I won’t really know it until it’s already too late.
So sweet and so true. My baby is 16 today and drove us on errands this morning with me changing radio stations whenever a song came on that he couldn’t “deal with.” Conor is my third child and I don’t know if I have become a calmer, more confident driving teacher, or if my nerves are simply shot.
I love Alden (who was dressed much like Minnie Mouse yesterday), Kato and August!
Holli
I remember one day in my old shop with a 4 year old Rosie underfoot, probably playing with something toxic, when a couple of retirees came in. They looked at the scene and, overlooking he safety factor, said,”Nobody ever regretted missing a day at the office.” This was my office, but the point has never been forgotten, and yet I have still forgotten more than I remember.