Anyone who has kids knows that once you have kids your life continues at a pace comparable to warp speed (once they’re around one year old and sleeping through the night and all that good stuff – before that life drags on at a snails pace.)
I know that my kids are getting older. I can look back at pictures of them and see how cute they were. And they were cute and they are cute now- thanks mainly to their daddy’s genes since two out of three look a lot more like him than me.
But back to the point- this morning when my son came downstairs ready for Kindergarten it just hit me (again) how quickly their growing up.
Check it out- his great-grandfather bought this shirt for him when he was barely walking – right around 10 months. Now 6 years later the shirt actually fits. Which is quite the miracle that we even hung on to the shirt that long because if we’re not using it it’s out the door.
As much as I wanted time to speed up when he was taking every single nap on my chest, or waking up 4 times a night to eat, or insist on being carried around ALL OF THE TIME (can you tell that he’s my first-born??)- I wouldn’t mind if time slowed down just a little bit so I could enjoy my time with him- and his sisters- before they’re all out of here.
Candace is a married, stay-at-home mom of three. Between dolling out snacks, “supervising” craft time, and trying to beat her husbands hula hoop score on the Wii she blogs at Mama Mia.