Posted May 23, 2012 in coherent ramblings, my children // No Comments

My kids are getting huge.  Their pants are fast becoming high-waters.  Sophie graduates preschool on Friday and will start kindergarten in the fall.  Last night,  Max quite proudly graduated to a Webelo cub scout.  He made sure he was first in line to cross that bridge.

They are my babies no longer.  In fact, most of the time they’d rather be playing with friends than hanging around with me.  The passing of time can be so swift and stealthy.  I remember when I took  Max home from the hospital and random veteran parents would tell me things like; “It goes by so fast” and “Enjoy them while you can” and “They don’t stay little for long.”  At that time I didn’t think that  that applied to me.

Well, it certainly applies now.   All of a sudden I’m fast approaching that gray area called middle age.  Gray as in blurry, not gray referring to my many gray hairs.  I’m in a reflective sort of mood and kind of miss my babies…I feel like I need to slow down and catch more of their little life defining moments.  Their growing up doesn’t wait for me to give that piece one more coat or finish one more row of stitches.