As I sit down on the couch to fold a load of my children’s clothes, still fresh and warm from the dryer I start to think of all the things I am going to miss.
Lola’s owl pajamas trimmed in sea foam green, the long-sleeve onesie that says “I love Daddy” across the front, Lucas’s Star Wars and superhero T-shirts, socks embedded with sand, and a pair of camouflage pants with a stain on the knee that no matter how hard I try, can’t seem to remove.
These little clothes.
They are outgrowing them faster than I’d like.
Faster than I imagined.
There’s other things too; morning “Mommy snuggles”, as Lucas calls them, him telling me I’m beautiful, coming up behind me and hugging my legs, asking for one more book or to “play with me”, his sneaky screen time shenanigans/negotiations, willingly wearing whatever I lay out for him each day and the questions. So many questions! Someday he’ll know more than me and have way more credible sources.
Lola is on her way to walking and with that will come a freedom she’s never known. It’s an exciting and witnessing a baby experience things for the first time is pure magic. Right now it is a daily occurrence and so hard to believe we are nine months into a year of her firsts.
It goes by fast. I’ve heard it from day one of becoming a mother and it’s true. Cliché, but the truest statement about parenthood.
One day you’re rocking your newborn to sleep in a freshly painted nursery with new sheets on a crib surrounded by stuffed animals and diapers and other baby paraphernalia you never even knew existed trying to remember the words to “Hush, Little Baby” and the next, you’re sending them off to kindergarten with a backpack twice their size, reviewing sight words, hosting sleepovers, building with Legos and worried that soon you won’t be able to pick them up any longer.
I love being a mother. I especially love being a mother to Lucas and Lola. Each day is eerily similar but also very different from the last.
I adore these children, these little humans full of life and love and growing and changing right before my eyes. There are more things than I cannot count about these precious days and these precious people I will miss.
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Oh, sniff sniff!! You got me there, right in the heart. They DO grow so fast, even when some of those no-nap afternoons feels like an eternity. Hugs to you, and every day I am grateful that you are experiencing all of these “first” with Lola.
This crosses my mind often, and at the weirdest times. There’s so much I think about nostalgically, but we’re so busy in the now that I don’t have much time to dwell on it.
All of this is so true. All of it.
I look around and can’t believe how fast (almost) 7 years have gone by. Maybe I never expected it but there it is…in the words and sentences and ordinary genius of everyday life with them.
The picture of Lucas and Lola made my heart smile. Beautiful children of my beautiful friend.
Gosh, you said it. The older my kids get the more I miss them. It does go so fast. And it’s not one of those things that you say at the end of the experience in wonderment. You’re watching it happen every day, hour, minute. And there’s not a darn thing any of us can do about it except soak in every second. I could cry about it right now!
This is making me cry! You know I love these reminders. xo
Ooh, I know the early days are challenging, but they are also beautiful, which is why I’m soaking it all up now. Love the picture of Lucas and Lola, they’re gorgeous.
Each time I come visit, they both are a little different, a little older and wiser. it’s sad but it’s also pretty amazing. I love this photo of them and in fact, it’s on my computer screen at work! 🙂
Oh my gosh, they are SO stinkin’ cute!! I think about this when I pass down clothes from my older son to my younger. It was more so when they were both smaller but still… I sit there and ponder how my oldest can no longer wear them and about the memories we shared when he could. And now there are things that both boys have worn and they no longer fit either of them! ACK!!