Me: But I want you to stay like this. Stop growing. Pleaaaassseee! (I scoop up my not so little boy in my arms and nuzzle him to my chest. He used to fit right there not that long ago.)
Sleeping Wonder: But mommy, I'm just a boy. I have to grow. (I squeeze him a little too tightly and he moans and tries to push away. I'm still much stronger -for lords knows how long- and pull him impossibly closer.)
Me: But mommy wants you to stop. You're getting so big, so quickly. Come here, cuddle with mama. (I plant little kisses all over his face)
Wonder: (sighing in frustration) But I don't want to. (he perks up) Do you want to watch the Food Network instead?
See? This is what I'm talking about.
Every time I'm shopping with the kidlets, it goes without saying that an elderly woman will stop me and gently remind me to "enjoy" them while they are young, that this is the best age, that they grow up so fast. And yes, all the cliches are true, of course enjoying every moment is ridiculous, however time has taken on this momentum that makes my head spin most days asking where in the hell the last (almost) 4 years have gone.
When baby girl was just over 5 months old, I left her in the living room to make myself a cup of tea in the kitchen nearby. When I returned just a few moments later, I found her under the vintage purple chair in the corner of the room, happily smiling at her accomplished movement. I was shocked (and if I am being honest here, a little disappointed that she was on the go SO early) but if anything, that day foreshadowed everything that baby girl is all about-accomplishing every milestone too soon, too quickly.
Standing in the crib at 7 months. Walking at 11 months. Telling me off since 12 months. Yep, it's all too much. What's next? Locking the liquor up by 3? She did starting "cheersing" us at the table months ago, after all.
So now at 15 months, her and the sleeping wonder are their own little pack. They laugh together, get into trouble together, they fight, they dance and she does every little thing her older brother does. Sure, mama and daddy are still numero uno for now, but really, I can already see them slowly beginning their descent from us. Am I going crazy or does anyone else feel this? Where is the pause button?
Yesterday, the sleeping wonder closed the door to his room, turned up his radio and proudly announced minutes later that he was having his own dance party.
Yep, too much, too soon.
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