I’ve noticed lately that my kids are huge. (Huge to me.)
They are only 7 and 9, but as every parent realizes…those little babes that we brought home from the hospital slowly..day by day…grow into little people.
It’s a hard realization for me to come to but I’m so thankful I soaked up every moment at home with them when they were young. I have moments in time captured in my memory – seeing my 1 1/2 year old son stand on the couch and yell, “twrash twruck! Twrash twruck” as the garbage man came by. Seeing my 2 year old daughter talk on the phone with her daddy…her golden curls (which are no more, by the way) cascading around her chubby cheeks. Reading books aloud when they were 4 and 2 in a home-made fort and flashlights. Although I took many pictures of them, my mental memories outnumber the printed variety.
I still have these moments often with my kids – times where I take a mental photograph to tuck away. Recently, I’ve had a few of those moments with my daughter, but have had my camera handy. . . just a way to remember what she looked like from my vantage point (I won’t be looking downward on her forever!)
While taking a break at Disney World:
Waiting for a ride….sporting her new “magic beads” hand-crafted by Kenyan women for income to support their families (and sold at Hollywood Studios):
Concentrating as she plays a game with me
Getting her to giggle