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October 17, 2011
It goes so fast. It’s the biggest baby cliché.
Yet of all the things I’ve been told as a new mom this one rings true and is the one I keep coming back to. It goes so fast.
4 words, a small sentence, yet it says so much.
When said from one mother to another there is always a knowing look. A sincere smile, nod of the head and a wistful look in their eyes.
It goes so fast.
In the last few weeks, how fast this past year has gone has become utterly apparent. Last year at this time I was anxiously anticipating my maternity leave and now I’m planning Jackson’s first birthday party.
Six months ago I was marveling how each day he had more and more hair. Now his hair has gotten longer and John mentioned that it might be time to cut off the “rat tail” that has started to trail down Jackson’s neck. On Saturday I caved in and let John clip the “rat tail” off. With the clip of the scissors a little snippet of baby Jack became a memory. Those locks are now sealed in a zippy bag destined for a scrapbook.
In a few short months Jack will be a toddler. Walking along, saying words, throwing tantrums. It’s hard to imagine my sweet little baby walking, talking and getting into trouble. But those days are ahead. I hear stories of the “terrible twos” and “terrible threes” and I shudder. Not my baby, at least not today.
It goes so fast.
Jack showed his first real signs of separation anxiety when I left him at the daycare at the gym today. I placed him on the floor to play with the kids and he raised his arms up to me with that pick me up mama look in his eyes. I sat on the floor and we played ball with one of the sitters. Jack smiled tentatively always keeping his hand on my leg.
Mama, don’t go anywhere.
When I eventually left he was fine, when I came back 30 minutes later that was another story.
But part of me wanted to stay for a moment, sitting on the floor with my little boys hand on my leg. I wanted to freeze that moment, hold it as long as possible because before long my little boy will run to play with the other kids and this will just be another moment that went so fast.
Linking up for Miss Elaine-ous Monday…
It is very true! Wait until he's running without a care in the world. We say this every single day:( But there is always positives. As for the gym, we waited too long to put Connor in the gym daycare and he went through about 2 weeks where he would cry and cry until about 5 minutes after we left. Now he loves it. Don't worry though b/c he will go through the separation thing for a while in just a short time. It does get better and it only lasts a short while after you leave. Be strong:) He is so cute and I can not wait to see him again! Hopefully Feb or March:)
They are cliche, but oh so true. The days are long sometimes but the year? ZOOM! There are so many days lately where I can hardly believe what a "kid" my oldest is… *sigh*