Where does the time go? We’ve all heard that question and we’ve all posed that question, but really, where does the time go?
Just last year I was photographing these cute little girls and the youngest, Kylee, wasn’t even mobile yet. Now, I had to pull out all the stops to get her attention. Kids really grow so fast. One thing all mothers can relate to is how fast their kids grow and that lurking fear of when their kids are big enough to be out of the house. That’s why I feel I can write these things and not even have to be related to this family.
When Kurt and I were first talking about kids, I calculated the ages our kids would be when they’d be out of the house. If we started at age X and I ended at age X, I would be X years old and we could live our life again, just the two of us. Before you hate my pre child self just as much as I do, please remember all the stupid assumptions you had and know that I was not only pre child, but also an immature 18 year old. Pretty much a child myself. Now, I can’t imagine Kurt and I by ourselves. How lonely that would be! The thought of this reminds me to live in the here and now.
Be grateful for the time and opportunity I have with my young family. Yes, things may seem easier when kids can dress themselves and get their own food to eat but will they still be asking you for kisses? Asking to hold your hand to cross the street? Maybe, maybe not. That’s probably why people love to be grandparents. They get the kisses and don’t have to worry about wiping butts.
We’ll be talking more about grandparents and seeing the McBride family again, Monday. In the meantime, leave a nice comment for them below.
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