The time…. it just keeps moving. No matter how I try and soak it up or be intentional, it doesn’t change the speed at which it’s going.
And while I am in the dance of soaking in its wonder, I also se myself running full speed with a twinge of heartache trying to make the slipping by just slow.
Ages nine and ten have been big years. Lots of new territory and lots of changes. Have you heard that story….. it’s a mama saying she can look back and see all the stages of this precious person that she raised : a newborn, a toddler, a child, a man. And she said they slowly slipped into each new season without proper goodbyes.
Like those lasts that you don’t even know will be the last. Rocking a little for the last time, a last butterfly kiss.
I know everyone has their pain points in motherhood- mine is in the letting go. It’s something no one told me or prepared me for but has been such a daily unclenching of the fingers and letting those wings spread out a little farther
Mama , can you relate?