There is something so beautiful and poetic about watching your child playing from afar. Maybe it's that everything you see them do they are doing on their own with no input or influence from you... Maybe it's that you see the light in their eyes of discovery and imagination... Or maybe it's that we literally see them growing up in front of our eyes, no longer an innocent baby who needs your constant support but a growing individual who makes their own decisions. There is a definite bitter sweet that fills my heart as I see this little person grow into his own, with his own personality and capabilities that no longer need me like before.
Despite what seems to be a constant state of sleep deprivation I feel like I've come to truly enjoy the little moments when I'm still needed. Whether it's holding a little hand going down the stairs, tucking him in (yet again), or carrying him around, I can't help but feel the time fly by us. It's so easy to get caught up in daily chores that we forget about these little moments that matter most... And that I'll miss the most as he grows up too fast.
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