If One More Person Tells Me It Goes By Way Too Fast...

If one more person tells me it goes by way too fast...I may finally have to agree with them. I may even (gasp!) say it to someone else. Because I get it. I mean, I always got it, I think, but it's not until this past year when my daughter turned 4 and I suddenly realized she was now a card-carrying "kid", not a toddler; and my son went from 1 to 2, and everyone started saying he looked like a little boy, no longer a baby; it was not until these things happened that I first wanted to hold onto time a little longer.

Me and Miss M when she was 11 days ol

Me and Miss M when she was 11 days ol

It used to drive me crazy when people would stop and coo at one of my babies but then wag their finger at me, saying, "It goes by way too fast," because I have always been that annoying Mama that truly did savour every moment. I got married late and then had kids even later so for awhile there I didn't even know if having a family would be in the cards for me. When you think something's out of reach and then you actually get it, sometimes you tend to experience it in a hyperaware way. I definitely did and I soaked up every exhausting, frustrating, overwhelming moment of my children's babyhood and thanked God every day that I got to experience this.

Me and Mr M when he was 7 days old

Me and Mr M when he was 7 days old

I've always loved hanging out with kids who are pre-school aged though and even taught that age group for a few years. I love the curiosity, the conversations, the comprehension of the 3 to 5 year old. I like doing crafts and baking and exploring with this age group, and watching them learn right before my eyes. So, while I "savoured" babyhood, I looked forward to the pre-school years.

Now that I officially have a 4 and 2 year old though I'm suddenly struck by how fast those years did go by even though some of those nights felt like a year on their own. Miss M started out the year saying she was 3, then 3 1/2, then "almost 4" but during those last couple months I started calling her 3 again (not "almost 4") to clutch onto those last bits of 3 for her because while it is amazing and wonderful and, yes, exhausting, it does go by way too fast. And I get it now.