When you think of your children how do you see them? Are they the age they are now or is it some other time when they are much younger? I somehow can’t fathom how I got from those early years to now so quickly. Perhaps that is why my brain still has such a hard time registering that my oldest is a young man now instead of a boy and that the other two are teenagers and not toddlers.
I remember when they where infants wondering how I could possibly love them anymore than I did right then. I was also afraid that perhaps I wouldn’t enjoy them as much when they got older. You know, it’s kind of like that puppy thing. Puppies are so cute but a dog is just a dog. Was that going to be how I felt about my kids? I can honestly say that somehow your heart manages to grow with the children, you love them more today than you did yesterday. The greatest surprise is that they are even more fun now than they were as babies. They have far more capabilities than merely crying, eating and pooping (although at times it is questionable with the boys).
I don’t long to go back to the earlier years at all. I love where we are today. I just can’t figure out how we got here so quickly. Is it just me or does everyone experience that illusion of time moving faster and faster each year?