An opinion of many is that when you have children, and they start to grow and develop, you will actually miss certain stages of their life. Miss - as in yearn for or want back. It's an actual opinion that they like to shove down your throat. I have come to the conclusion that this idea is not so true, at least for me. As much as I have loved every one of P's developmental stages I feel as though they keep getting better. More exciting. They happen so often that they seamlessly roll into one another instead of clunking in like a wreaking ball. I see the value, the sentiment, the love for newly wrinkled feet and toothless yawns. But I don't wish I had more of that time. As much as the "new baby smell" is intoxicating I find it just as lovely as P's smell now - that of boy & shampoo & occasionally hummus.
I realize that many would say that I feel this way because I will get all of the "new smells" again soon. And it is true that I will. But I don't yearn for them. And when Gerk's feet unwrinkle or his smell changes I will not shed a tear. I will be eagerly awaiting what is to come next. P has taught me many things but one of the greatest has been to slow down, to take things in & to celebrate every moment. How can I feel sad for what is gone if there is so much good in front of me.
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