That old saying the days are long, but the years are short is ringing very true with me these days.
There are days where I'm counting the hours until bedtime and it feels like time is moving in reverse, but time must be passing because we're reaching milestones at warp speed.
I am now the mostly proud mother of a five year old boy. We attended kindergarten orientation this week. He's excited and I think he's ready, but I'm not so sure I am...
My little one seems to be growing more every day. She is now talking in paragraphs and experimenting with the joys of bossing everyone around and throwing herself dramatically on the floor. There is no longer a baby in my house.
Next year she will start preschool two mornings a week and my big boy will be off to full day elementary school. Times are certainly changing around these parts.
I have spent these past five years in a haze of mothering. There are times when I felt buried under the weight of caring for little people full time, but the surprising truth is I'm also going to miss it...at least it surprised me. I am certainly looking forward to having more time and energy for my own pursuits - personal and work related - but the whole process is very bittersweet.
I think I finally really understand that my babies will grow into teenagers and eventually adults. My job is to make myself redundant. I know I have time before they're off to college, but I suspect that day will be here before I know it.
Everything is as it should be, but sometimes I just want to push the pause button and hold tight to them while they are still little enough to both fit on my lap.