Sometimes, you look at your child and are consumed with their deliciousness. As you are admiring them as they stand on the back of your grocery cart- decked out in their Woody hat, Thomas sweatshirt, sunglass, rain boots, and bungee cord belt….it dawns on you that you are in the middle of a very special moment…even sacred. In an instant, you realize that someday they will be too big to ride on the back of the cart…too embarrassed to wear a hat like that…and possibly disinterested in grocery shopping.
You are grateful for the awareness of the impermanence of the situation…happy to know that you won’t be one who blinks and their baby is grown- leaving you with a heart full of regret for not slowing down enough to enjoy those times.
While saddened at the thought of this stage passing, it did my heart good to know that I am aware that this time is a gift….that I soaked up his deliciousness and that I kissed his cheeks twenty times before he was buckled back in his car seat.
So, while I wish time would slow down…I am thankful for the understanding that it’s only speeding up. It makes me put on my brakes…love a little deeper…squeeze a little harder…and say “I love you” an obnoxious number of times per day.
I am thankful to be a Mother and have these days…and Bryce is thankful for these moments. He sees “the look” in my eyes…and scores Angry Bird fruit snacks, chocolate donettes, a pack of gum, and his own bottle Smart Water.
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