Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Try Not to Blink
The other day my brother Dave left the following comment on my post A Few of My Favorite Things:
"I would have to say that one of my favorite things is Chivas Regal with just a splash of water. If I had to chase triplets around this would not be a favorite thing, it would be a requirement. The boys are getting so big so fast but trust me, blink your eyes and they will all be off to college."
It was one of those comments that made me laugh and nod my head at the same time.
Because it is so true. Every word of it. (Well, except I prefer a nice glass of wine to the Chivas Regal.)
Becoming a parent throws a person into some kind of weird space-time continuum where the days can seem endless but the years pass in a flash.
One minute you are up at all hours feeding an infant and desperately wishing the child would sleep through the night. Then you blink and she's four. (Well, almost.)
It all goes too fast. And the only solution is not to blink.
Warm, sweaty heads snuggled on your shoulder. Knee hugs. Bedtime stories.
Small hands that hold tight to your fingers. Footie pajamas. Ticklefests.
Silly jokes. Happy cries of "Daddy, Daddy," when he comes home. Answering "Why?"
Little voices. Early morning chatter from the nursery. Lullabies.
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