Today was Daughter's seventh birthday. As she smiles at me, one snaggly tooth, hanging on by a thread is all I can see.
Today Son wanted to know if he is taller than me. He is.
How is it that the baby boy I just brought home from the hospital is taller than I am? How is it that his Grandmother now mistakes him for Husband on the telephone?
How is it that the baby girl I just brought home from the hospital is missing teeth and amazes her Sunday School teachers with her reading ability?
When did this all happen?
It seems only yesterday I was wondering when I would ever be done with diapers, ear aches, sippy cups and Winnie-the-Pooh. Today I woke up and found myself explaining how to take care of acne and listening to sound effects from the latest video game.
I miss Winnie-the-Pooh. I miss sippy cups. Okay I don't miss diapers and ear aches all that much but I do miss chubby little fingers patting my cheeks and babies who fit in my lap.
I am proud to see them growing and learning and becoming outstanding people. I love the joie de vivre of Daughter and the dead pan humor of Son. I love watching her go out and take care of the chickens, plant a flower and run to her Daddy when he gets home. I love seeing him work out the next story line for a stop motion short and devour a good book in his tree fort. I can't wait to see where these interests lead and how God will use them for His glory.
I just have to savor it all. I have to take more pictures. I have to write down my memories before I can't remember.
Oh, that it would go just a little slower.
3 comments:
I could have written this post, that is, I have felt every single thing you expressed here. It gets weirder as they get older, too. Yes, take lots of pics, even when they're teenagers. Also--regarding Bambi, I did meet up with her later, and she had indeed changed physically, but I didn't feel good about saying that on my blog, because after all, she could not help being beautiful and smart in high school--it was MY problem!
I know what you mean - my oldest is 14 1/2 and his brother turned 13 a couple months ago. Holy smokes! It does go fast. All the more reason to set aside the other distractions - they'll always be there in some form or another.
This post really spoke to me too...my oldest is 18 her brother is almost 16. I truly don't know where the time has gone. You're so right....make the most of every moment...it flies by so fast.
(but they still need their mama no matter how old they get!)
Love, Tina :)
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