The arrival of fall and the start of school have triggered
all sorts of nostalgic Facebook posts reminding us of how quickly kids grow
up. One recent post had the number of
years in each childhood stage (baby-1 year, toddler- 2 years, preschooler-2
years, etc.). Is this supposed to make
us wish for time to standstill? If so, I
must be the worst mom on the planet, because I find myself reading these posts and
hooting and hollering that we’ve made it this far. Thank the goodness I’m not still in that
infant stage. And I’m even more thankful
that we’ve put potty training behind us.
I have quite a few notches in my mommy belt, and I can’t say that I’d be
overly excited to relive any one of them!
And just when I think we’re on track, someone reverts, especially
when it comes to sleeping. I had an
uninterrupted night’s sleep for the first time in months last night. This is completely pitiful when considering I
have a 5 year old and two 3.5 year olds!
But they take turns, or sometimes tag team to “check” on me at
night. Arriving inches away from my face
in the dark of night, touching my arm to make sure I’m breathing, and then
retreating to their bed after they’ve gained my attention. They are so sweet to be concerned with my
well-being. I can’t wait until I have
the opportunity to return the favor.
Just think of the fun I’ll have during the teenage years!
I know that time flies.
I mostly enjoy each stage, living in the moment. And maybe someday I’ll look back on this time
in my life with misty-eyed nostalgia.
But I think I’m more likely to get a good laugh at the expense of all
those parents, hanging on by a thread.
And respond like my Grandparents (who raised twins) when we told them we
were expecting twins. Both laughing
hysterically, with tears in their eyes responding, “We wouldn’t want to do that
again!”
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