Sunday, April 25, 2010
Do you ever look at your big kids and see your babies? The other night, when putting the girls to bed, after books and prayers, I snuggled up and just looked at them. I watched them drift off to sleep, their little uncomplicated lives slipping into uncomplicated dreams. In between the ipods, Harry Potter novels, Selena Gomez posters, cootie catchers, ballet shoes, nail polish and sticker collections--I saw my babies. Clear as day, I saw them small again. They have the same little faces that they had when they were little. Watching them sleep, I gladly forgot any challenges I felt back then, only seeing the good stuff that being "little" is about. I loved when they were just toddling around, seeing the world right side up for the first time--little feet, legs, fingers and bodies that couldn't keep up with all the discovery and adventure just three steps in front of them. Today, it seems I am the one three steps behind. Before long, I'll be yearning for what I have right now too; I'll have blinked and this season will be over. Maybe if I just don't blink...
Okay, I just have to stop or this will never, never end. And p.s. good thing I only have two children. (smiiiiile)