Sometimes when I look at my kids, I see a glimpse of the future - how they will look in 6 or 8 or 10 years. And I get goosebumps because they are so beautiful.
Tonight when I tucked my "baby" (4.5) into bed, and she wrapped her little arms around my neck like she always does and pulled my nose down to her baby-soft cheek, I thought She's not always going to be this small. And I felt something profound stirring within me. Not sadness. Because that 4.5-year-old will still be a part of her when she's 6 and 8 and even when she's older than I am now. But I was reminded yet again how important it is to love every minute of this. To be grateful for every moment -- the quiet and the loud (and the cacophonous,) the pleasant and the irritating and the joyful, the painful and the euphoric and the plain old coasting along in contentment.
You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around - and why his parents will always wave back. ~William D. Tammeus
Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ~Elizabeth Stone