Lots of things have happened in the world lately that have triggered my 'momsense'.
I was thinking about how fast time seems to go. I never really thought about time as a child. I got up. I ate. I played outside. I took a bath. I went to bed. The next day...same deal. I bet lots of us have that same memory. Time just went on. My grandparents would often comment about time flying. I didn't think about it.
And then one day, I did. Does that make me old?
A while back someone commented about how she had put away her youngest child's crib. He was done. He had moved on. And it was hard. For her. It's always harder on the mom than the kid. Who knew that these sleeping children wouldn't stay that way...for long....time marches on.
And that someday they wouldn't want to wear matching outfits? Who knew? It's hard to think that they will grow up and not need me to do everything for them when they are this size.....trust me. It happens. And you want it to. I love these people with my entire being heart and soul. But I do not, I repeat, do not want to live with them forever. Their dad....he's who I am living with forever.
I want them to grow up. I want them to call me from that store-that-shall-remain-nameless-but-pisses-me-off on a regular basis to ask..."do you happen to know where the matches might be?" I want them to eat cake from the middle of their first cake baked in their first house...and have to do the dishes when they are done.
I want them to be happy. And good at what they do. And know that no matter what....they will always come home to people who love them. Almost as much as Michael Buble'.....loves me.
I love it that it is a big deal to get taller than Granny. And I love it that hugging Granny is something that he wants to do. Of course, hugging Granny is a wonderful feeling. And I love it that she has been around to see 14 grandchildren be born, 1 get married, 2 graduate from college, 5 more go to college and 2 great grandchildren.
Ball games end. Little boys grow up. And they send you text messages from mud runs with their buddies.
One day you look this good...and then you don't. Time marched all over my body.
And 7th graders grow up...get married and have babies you can spoil. Then they are 30.
Baby beds get put away. People get sick. And well again. Most of the time. We laugh at crazy stuff and have serious conversations about stuff you never thought you'd talk about with your mom. We take babies to kindergarten and cuss teenagers. We take them to college, marry them off and hurt when they hurt. We pray it will all work out. We know things and then we don't. We know that sometimes a band-aid doesn't fix everything that is wrong. We pick them up when we said we would never pick them up. And one thing holds true....
Time marches on.