Sometimes I sit and look at my children and wonder where has all the time gone? I remember being a child and wishing I was all grown up and my mother telling me to be patient. Life moves faster the older you get. How right she was.
I have four beautiful children ranging in age from 3 to 14. My oldest, Mariah, is now in that stage of wanting to be older than she is and I find myself telling her the same thing. It seems like yesterday that we were bringing her home from the hospital and now she is a freshman in high school. I have at most, 4 more summers with her and she will move off into the world of young adulthood. I realize now how short a time that is. She has her first homecoming dance this Saturday. We went shopping yesterday for her first dress. It made me feel a little sad watching her try on all of these dresses and to realize how grown up she really is. She is a beautiful girl and she looks amazing in her dress (I'll post pictures after the dance). Somehow it made me long for the days when I was the one picking out her clothes and fixing her hair. Now she does those things on her own and doesn't need me as much, which is the way it should be.
It also makes me remember how precious every minute is and how, even when the daily grind gets me down, I need to cherish every minute because I will blink twice and they will all have moved on. I will be left with only memories so it is my job to make as many as I can while I have them home.
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