Saturday July 7th, 2007
I once read something about mothering young children that said something like, “The days are long but the years are short”. After the birth of my second child last year, I have tried really hard not to ever complain about much: two girls whining at the same time, smushed, brown bananas in the crevices of the highchair, or my husband working late. None of these are specific to me, I am sure, but are experienced by all moms. I keep coming back to the “years are short” idea…I know that someday, fast-forward the 15 years that will scream by, there won’t be anymore cheerios stuck to the tile in the kitchen or suncreen fingerprints on my windows. And my house will be quiet. Too quiet maybe. That’s why these are the best years of my life.
I know, sometimes it is so exhausting, I want to wish it away. Soon the will be grown. Actually, the are already getting so grown up!!
They grow so fast. It is so exhasuting but SO much fun. xoxo
what an amazing train of thoughts… it reminds me of this really old song “water color ponies” about how they will fade away… anyways, very poetic and insightful, and a precious picture of your gorgeous little girl.
Thanks Laurie! I am so glad you read this. I totally remember that song, wow!