The other day someone asked how old my kids were and I automatically answered six and three. The second the words were out of my mouth I realized my mistake. They are not six and three, they are seven and four.
They are not who they were, they are something more. They are bigger, older. They are further away from that place where they fit neatly in my arms. Now they sprawl across my lap or worse yet find their own spot.
Slowing it down, stopping time is not possible. I know, I've tried. I repeatedly asked Lion not to turn four. "You are so perfect now" I argued. "I sorry momma. I turn four, I no know how to stop it." It can't be done. Bigger happens. Older happens.
Bigger is good. Older is good. I have conversations with Bunny that astound me. She understands so much. I am beginning to share my interests with her in a way that was not possible before. She, in turn, has opened her world to me. The stories she tells, the secrets she shares are beautiful. I am blessed with a glimpse of the woman yet to be, serious, silly, talented, exquisite.
Bigger is fun. Older is fun. Lion is pure joy. He experiences life, he does not sit on the sidelines waiting for something to happen. It is inspirational, something that in my 40 some years of life I have never really been able to get the hang of. I want to nurture that. I want to wrap that gift so that he can carry it with him. Remember the time when you were getting bigger, remember that boy, be that boy always.
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Six became seven. Three turned four. Bigger. Older. Better. More.
They are not who they were, they are something more. They are bigger, older. They are further away from that place where they fit neatly in my arms. Now they sprawl across my lap or worse yet find their own spot.
Slowing it down, stopping time is not possible. I know, I've tried. I repeatedly asked Lion not to turn four. "You are so perfect now" I argued. "I sorry momma. I turn four, I no know how to stop it." It can't be done. Bigger happens. Older happens.
Bigger is good. Older is good. I have conversations with Bunny that astound me. She understands so much. I am beginning to share my interests with her in a way that was not possible before. She, in turn, has opened her world to me. The stories she tells, the secrets she shares are beautiful. I am blessed with a glimpse of the woman yet to be, serious, silly, talented, exquisite.
Bigger is fun. Older is fun. Lion is pure joy. He experiences life, he does not sit on the sidelines waiting for something to happen. It is inspirational, something that in my 40 some years of life I have never really been able to get the hang of. I want to nurture that. I want to wrap that gift so that he can carry it with him. Remember the time when you were getting bigger, remember that boy, be that boy always.
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Bigger makes me nostalgic for smaller. Older makes me miss younger. But bigger also leads us to better. Older leads to more.
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