Okay so once you view the photos you’ll know I’m off by about 2 months- but last night while sitting on a conference call I started flipping through photos and I found these…
It occurred to me that my baby isn’t such a baby anymore.
I can remember being there, at the zoo- holding her and thinking she is so big! I remember seeing smaller infants thinking “they’re so new, and you’re so big.” I remember even feeling a little nostalgic for the infant phase at that time.
These pics just got me to thinking how time really does fly. Now she walks and talks and dances. She rules the house, says NOOOOOO!!! and often shakes her little finger at me. But she also runs to me- flying into my arms for big deep hugs and kisses, she knows empathy and shows kindness, smiles at strangers, and today she kicked a ball, sorted deodorants, and pooped on the floor.
She is busy. She is terrible (sometimes). She is this thinking being full of light and heaven and mystery. I’m in love with my baby- my special special baby. I can’t remember every minute we’ve spent together- but I remember the way she makes me feel every single day- like my very best self showed up at 4:30 this morning and welcomed her to a new day…even though in truth, I was groggy, cranky, and exhausted.
I remember whispering “Good Morning Sunshine, Mommy missed you.”
This time next year I won’t be able to remember her as she is right now. She’ll be everything she is now, but bigger, stronger, and brighter. That’s the great irony of Motherhood I think- it forces you to stay in the moment so you have to capture every single moment, commit them to memory. You have to because they keep growing and doing and moving and then you can’t remember what they use to be- you just see them as they are. I’m so grateful to be able to say that I haven’t missed a moment.
Happy Friday Friends- we’ll be busy capturing the now, for later.
