Isn’t it strange when you realize that you are no longer responsible for wiping anyone’s nose besides your own? (Did you think I was going to say something besides nose?)
After spending so many hours submerged in the day-to-dayness of babies and toddlers and preschoolers, you’re suddenly sprung free, able to run errands without tucking them into the space between breakfast and nap-time.
And honestly, you are kind of dizzy from the slow motion suddenness of the difference in your life between then and now.
It’s hard to even imagine how different life will look in ten years. I just hope I’m still the one in charge of wiping my own nose.
Where did my babies go?
3 thoughts on “Missing: My babies”
Mel, thanks for sharing parts of that journey. I’ve been along for almost seven years now, I think. You were the first I heard to say, “The days are long, the years are short.”
More than one thousand gifts, it’s been.
Ahhhh, dear friend…that’s where grandbabies fit in! 🙂
Just recently we re-watched a home video from when my kids were small and all of a sudden I burst in to tears, I miss those little girls. Last year I spent the year wondering if this was going to be the last time my then 12-year old went out to play with the neighborhood kids, some how I missed that too as now she’s 13 and spends her free time texting or reading in her room with the door closed. I sincerely wish there was some kind of preparation for this whole letting go thing we have to do in order to give our kids wings, it’s so bittersweet.