Another summer nearly over.
Where does the time go?
Maybe it’s because I’m constantly reminded of how fast my children are growing.
Or how quickly they transition through different stages.
That makes me feel so melancholy when the season changes.
Their speech is clear and precise.
Their logic is often very hard to contradict.
They are independent and rebellious.
Their features are changing and the baby fat is quickly disappearing.
My heart seems to skip a beat whenever I look at them and see these things happening.
Diva girl starts grade one in September and Baby girl has one more year of daycare.
I’m not ready for the changes but it doesn’t matter because they happen anyway.
They say things like “Don’t worry mommy!” and “I’m a super big girl now!”
And I think….’Nope, you’re still my babies!’
But Diva girl told me the other day that if I called her ‘baby’ in public I would “totally embarrass” her.
I’m her mom. Embarrassing her is part of my job.
But as the fall season approaches and the weather gets eventually a little cooler (not too soon please)
I will give them both all the hugs I can get away with…
I’ll just tell them I’m trying to keep them warm
Little white lies….yup, that’s part of my job too….but only when absolutely necessary!