I see it in the eyes of gray-haired ladies as they sneak glances at the infant in my stroller; I see it in the looks the middle-aged mothers at the grocery store cast towards my two year-old; I see it in myself when I flip through Avelyn’s scrapbook and see the rapid progression in the photos from dazed newborn to chubby baby to independent toddler. The time, it passes so fast.
Why is it that while I am in the moment, living the daily life of being a mother of two, I don’t see how fleeting the days are? The endless parade of soiled diapers, tantrums, counters to wipe, floors to vacuum, screams to soothe, and meals to plan, they don’t feel magical while I’m in the midst of them. But I know that when they are gone, when this stage of life has passed, I will yearn for these days. Before I know it our girls will be off to school, off to college, off to life and I’ll pine for a poopy diaper, for ol’ time’s sake.
Here’s to making the most of reality, fleeting as it may be.