Today, I am going to explain motherhood.
In a nutshell, you start with this:
And then before you know it, you get this:
One day you’re putting the tiniest little party shoes on a pair of chubby feet.And then next minute, your baby is barely looking over her shoulder as she flies out the door in her killer heels.
And your head is spinning at how absolutely fast you went from one to the other.
There’s a universe of precious moments that happen in between. And yet it all seems to fly by in the blink of an eye.
The sweetness of the memories is so strong I can almost taste it. It’s sweetness mixed with a touch of sadness, because I’m not quite done with it yet. Being a mother to those 2 girls. I really wanted just a little more time.
Now, I set out to raise 2 strong, smart, and independent girls. And I did. I’m thrilled to see them moving out into the world with confidence, and making their own way. It’s all good, it really is. I’m bursting with pride most days. I couldn’t ask for anything more. And I know I’ll always be their mother. I’m not done yet – they still need me. I get that.
I just can’t help shaking my head at the lighting speed that those years flew by. And I can’t help wondering if I could have squeezed just a little more out of it. Maybe those days when I rushed around doing things that seemed so important at the time but have long been forgotten, I could have stopped a little more. Just to enjoy the moments that I didn’t understand would be so fleeting.
It’s bittersweet, this mothering thing. Those babies unexpectedly take over your life, and tear your heart wide open. And they eventually walk out the door, nonchalantly taking a piece with them.
Wearing killer shoes.