what a difference 13 hours make


Mav wasn’t feeling well… runny nose, crackly cough, and watery eyes. After a long day of nebulizing and taking medicine to make him comfortable, he fell asleep in my arms at 5pm. You know that saying “never wake a sleeping baby?” Well I consider that saying to be one of the holy commandments of parenthood, so when my little guy kept sleeping and sleeping, I didn’t dare go in and wake him up. THIRTEEN HOURS LATER!!! he emerges from his room, no worse for ware, but something was different. He ran down the hall into my arms, as he always does, and we hugged and kissed for as long as he wanted me to hold him. When I put him down and he started going about his three year old business my mouth dropped to the floor… HE GREW!!!! Not like in some figurative way. He actually grew taller, leaner and the baby fat that surrounded his face and the chubby wrinkles of his neck were gone. Just like that, he wasn’t my baby anymore. He looks like a five year old and it made me realize that those baby, sweet, cuddly years were gone forever. Did I love that time enough? Did I appreciate the cuteness of his baby face and body long enough? You never know when things are going to change. When that moment was the last time you were going to have that moment.

So, here’s to growth spurts, a mother’s tears, growing up and letting go (just a little)! Happy Friday!


another year has passed

and you look do different! This morning at the breakfast table I remarked at how my youngest daughter looked older all of a sudden. As if she had grown up overnight. She smiled and ran off to get her backpack and morning snack, and as she ran out the door she looked back and smiled with those beautiful almond eyes. The rest of my day was filled with projects (both business and personal), spending time with my favorite little man and enjoying the incredible weather outside.

When my youngest daughter returned from school she was visibly exhausted. Mostly, from playing and fishing in the hot sun on Memorial Day. She went upstairs to lie down and rest for a while. I unpacked her backpack and there in a small ziploc bag were two photos of my little girl. The first was taken at the beginning of the school year and second was from this past week, and there it was, right in front of me… she was older!

It’s amazing how quickly they change and grow up. I feel happy and sad. My little girl… how I just wanted to keep her bottled up forever. I’m sad because I know I will long for these days, for a time when they were little and wanted to cuddle and be taken care of. Sometimes I feel that being a parent is equally as sad as it is happy.

May 2012
September 2011