they grow up too fast

the last few days have been punctuated by a couple of conspicuously dramatic realizations. I hate to engage in arguments with my husband in public places. I love knitting. I take a shower before going to the gynecologist. I brush my teeth before going to the dentist. I even wash my hair before going to the beauty parlor. and my kids grow up too fast.

my eyes sail through my sons' baby photo albums as if they were someone else's. I remember the flurry of activities and the domestic combats, the long nights and even longer days. I remember the smell of everyday burps, the familiar dirty diapers. I remember the rush and the moral decay. apathy worming in and day-long lamentations about the purpose of my life. but I can not recall one single hug or kiss. and this devastates me.

I wish I could go back. just one day. one hour. it is true. with children, the days are long but the years are short. God, if only I had known.

Comments

[Heather P.]

Your children are truly BEAUTIFUL! This is the most adorable picture I have seen in a long time!