About a boy

When the girls were small, I always marvelled at the myriad friends and relatives who were so willing to hold/change/feed/rock my babies, even volunteering to give me a break for a few hours, etc. Typically, they were people (mostly women) whose own children had passed that stage of my-wish-is-your-command. After all, they didn't HAVE to, so why would they?

New Nephew is helping me to understand. Every twitch, squeak and blink that issues forth when he's in my company prompts a memory: when Oldest was X, she did this, Youngest used to like it when this happened, Middle always made this face when...

Blink, and you miss it - that's what they told me. So I tried to cherish every moment and didn't blink, and I didn't miss it.

But oh, how I miss it. Now that they're walking/talking/driving all by themselves, it's hard to remember what it was like when their every moment, every milestone, happened before my eyes. Having a baby around, even for a while at a time, is like taking a little walk down memory lane.

Except the girls never peed straight up in the air when I was changing their diaper.

Comments

[cassie-b]

I remember when my children were young. And I really enjoyed it.

Now they're not so young, and I miss it as well.

Cas

[Heather Cook]

Awww... yeah, I want another one.