Time certainly flies, doesn't it?
I went to the grocery store today, and as I walked in I saw a Mom with two wee girls in tow. Those little ones were talking a mile a minute and pulling on Mom's coat while she wrestled them into the cart.
And there I was with my lovely long spring coat but no little hands tugging at the seams. My reading glasses were perched on my head so I could read the price labels. I pushed my cart all alone while browsing at my leisure. I held my remarkably small purse that didn't contain one diaper, one sippy cup, nor any pacifiers.
When did I become an old Mom? Yesterday I was taking little ones to preschool, buying wet wipes, and wrestling my own small girls into the grocery cart. Funny thing is I thought those days would never end. I thought I'd never drink an entire cup of hot coffee nor shop leisurely for groceries on my own. But suddenly those days are gone.
Don't get me wrong, there are many aspects of those days that I most certainly will NOT miss. Trying to control a toddler tantrum AND get the fixings for a few meals simultaneously is not something I wish to repeat. And believe me, being able to read the newspaper AND drink an entire cup of coffee is a treat I relish.
I just get wistful for my little girls.
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I'm having those wistful moments more and more lately too! Time is definitely flying by too quickly! Kids got out of school today at 1:00, and to ease my feelings of missing my little ones, I picked our nephew up at after school care and took him to the ice cream stand after he helped us take recycling back.
I miss those tiny little hands that used to pat me on the cheek.
Oh, such a sweet post, so poignant. These are the truths I know are there even as I struggle with two wee girls and their tantrums and sippy cups and wet wipes and....well, you know. Sigh! Thanks for writing. And thanks for including my blog on your blogroll!
Shan, you are so welcome. By the way, Cheesecake Maven is my sister and you'll enjoy her thoughts on motherhood as well.
This makes me feel as sappy as a maple tree. I've never been one for nostalgia about my kids' previous ages, but I might be growing into it...
Oh, you will grasshopper.
I'm glad to hear it, MNMom. I am constantly staring at Christopher with my mouth agape, saying things like, "What are you talking about?! How can you say that it does not make you sad to think about Julia and Genevieve's newborn onesies? Are you a robot??!"
I will check out your sis's blog! Always love new blogs to read. :)
Newborn onesies make me weak in the knees, teary eyed, and smiley all at the same time. It's kryptonite for moms.
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