What a great essay. I don't have children, but I distinctly remember those years with my own mother and wish so deeply that I could go back and say, "Mama, I'm going to be utterly rotten for awhile, but it's got absolutely nothing to do with you, and I will miss every single annoying thing about you every minute after you are gone."
What an exquisite piece of writing. I have four little ones, oldest is 9. I haven't crossed this threshold yet, but I can feel it coming nonetheless. These parenting days are long and exhausting. I love being reminded of the fleeting nature of childhood. Much to cherish. ❤️
After raising two amazing kids and having two of my five grandkids approaching teen years, I sooo agree with you. Missing their little kiddos years and all the beauty that comes with it is hard.
Ohhhh. Mine is almost 5 and the hand pulls me back in and when I'm exhausted and trapped I think of how I'll miss it and try to soak it all in. I am so lucky.
What a great essay. I don't have children, but I distinctly remember those years with my own mother and wish so deeply that I could go back and say, "Mama, I'm going to be utterly rotten for awhile, but it's got absolutely nothing to do with you, and I will miss every single annoying thing about you every minute after you are gone."
What an exquisite piece of writing. I have four little ones, oldest is 9. I haven't crossed this threshold yet, but I can feel it coming nonetheless. These parenting days are long and exhausting. I love being reminded of the fleeting nature of childhood. Much to cherish. ❤️
After raising two amazing kids and having two of my five grandkids approaching teen years, I sooo agree with you. Missing their little kiddos years and all the beauty that comes with it is hard.
Ohhhh. Mine is almost 5 and the hand pulls me back in and when I'm exhausted and trapped I think of how I'll miss it and try to soak it all in. I am so lucky.