Sometimes it feels as if we're living many lifetimes in one day. There's so much going on.
My brain tries to sort out our schedule and keep everything straight. Soccer at 3:30...drama at 6:30...dinner at 5:30...little-guy soccer at 6.....laundry, meals, cleaning, and, oh, that's right...I have a newspaper story due.
Still. The soccer season is nearly over. Drama rehearses for a short period of time during the autumn. All will end before I know it and life will slow down, if only a little.
Enjoy the moments as they come, I tell myself.
It was while I was thinking about this and admitting that I missed that time that our 6-year-old piped up, "But then you wouldn't have me."
My heart froze.
He was totally right. He's 11 years younger than Emily and 7.5 years younger than Edward. To go back in time 10 years would erase his existence.
Then I got to thinking about how much I enjoy the kids now. And while they don't play outside very often anymore...and school takes a bit more time than the morning (mostly due to concentration problems),..and they're not as much into PBS kids' shows anymore...and I can't carry them (they're 5'10" and 5'9" tall now...and even the "little" one is 4'6". Sigh.)...they still love to hug me...and my kisses still have magic of some sort in them because they are filled with love.
Enjoy the moments as they come, I remind myself.
One day I'll feel nostalgic when I see a mom and her teenagers walking along the sidewalk, chatting together.
Enjoy. The. Moment.
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What makes you feel nostalgic?