At some point, in between the lunches and diapers
the music performances and little league games
nursing and wooden puzzles
searching for lost doll shoes
and cleaning up piles of glitter
I’ll stop and breathe them in and hold them tight.
I won’t let the glory of their years flying by suffocate me with with the pride and tempered aching for their fleeting childhoods.
He’s doing math on a level far, far advanced for his 7 years.
She loves creating and singing, dancing and nail polish.
He’s counting to five.
She’s found her feet.
They are one and their own, but so much a part of each other.
and all of me.
all of us.
My sun, my moon, my stars, my earth. Parenting is so much about absorbing them, and sometimes I need the reminder to just be.
Some photos above taken at a Kid & Coe property.