Last week, our children were infants.
(Well, not really. But it seems like it.)
Now we have two children who are out of diapers and talking in full sentences. The full realization of how old they’re growing doesn’t hit us every day. Sometimes we are reminded as we browse old photos….or see jar baby food on sale at the grocery store.
The conversation usually goes a little something like this:
“Gee. Remember when G used to eat carrots? From a jar? And couldn’t drink cow’s milk yet? Or eat peanut butter? Or honey?”
“Yep. And we went through, like, eight diapers a day?”
“Uh huh. And we had to put rails up on the side of his bed to keep him from falling out? And baby gates at the stairwells?”
All of that seems eons away now….now that G can buckle himself into his own car seat, pour his own juice, dress himself, make his own bed, and answer our phones for us when our hands are busy elsewhere.
His chubby-handed scribbles have evolved into solitary drawing sessions that result in some very fine artwork:
He can prep his own toothbrush and scrub his own teeth with just a peek of supervision:
He can handle screwdrivers and wrenches with the best of ‘em:
And he can make his own lunch! (His PB&J sandwiches are not just food, I might add….they’re an art form:)
When G was a newborn, countless people told us how fast time would fly.
They weren’t kidding.
But it’s not entirely saddening. It’s an amazing, awesome process to behold. Little changes become big ones. Small steps soon become big leaps. And little boys become young men.
I’m so grateful and fortunate to have a prime-spot, front-and-center seat as God grows this little guy.
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Mom (2 years ago)
Enjoy every single minute of your children’s lives. They are grown in a flash, and one day you’ll say what Dad and I say now: “We wish we could do it all over again.”