Tonight at the final bbq 🍖🍤of the summer for Labor Day at our club I just wanted to enjoy a sweet glass of wine🍷, take in the sunset🌅, have some nice conversations with my friends 👭and family and watch the kids running up and rolling down the hills of the golf course in the distance👧🏽👦🏼.
But, alas I found myself pulled away from most of that, I ate my sushi roll 🍣standing up and teetered dangerously on uneven grass in wedges too high and inappropriate to chase a 20 month old around. Trying to tip toe and maneuver down a 45 degree hill ↘️while holding a chubby baby hand and not break my ankle was just too stressful for me. I texted Craig “SOS help me NOOOOWWW”. 🆘
But this little chubby baby hand won’t be a baby for long. It struck me tonight that this little 20 month old guy is now “in the mix”. 👶🏻➡️👦🏻He was content watching his iPad📱 in his high chair long enough for me to scarf down my food but no no no he ain’t no dummy. He knew all the big kids were outside having fun scattered on the golf course hills enjoying a beautiful summer “hurricane” night. 🎉
So out he went and out I went to “chase” after. 🏃🏻 It’s so hard when your living these moments and find them so annoying, and draining and you so badly wish your kids OLDER and more independent. But then I read this article on Facebook and it was a nice reminder to enjoy all these little “dependent” moments while
you can because little chubby baby hands eventually turn to big hands that don’t need holding.👋🏽
So the article was a good reminder…this line struck a chord in me “When my kids were little, I had an urge to push them forward, to get through and be done with this phase…Rush. Rush. Rush. If I could go back, I’d slow down. Build a few more Lego castles.”
I guess that’s why I keep having babies 👶🏻because I don’t want this phase to end no matter how demanding it is, I can’t imagine life without a smiling happy baby…I know that sounds crazy!😳
Heather Christie writes “Sometimes I feel like I’ve gotten snagged in a time warp. Another summer is over. The night air is turning crisp. The soccer games have started. Dance lessons begin in two weeks. Thanksgiving will be here before we know it.
Then Christmas, lacrosse, track, recital.
And then the last summer will really, truly be here — the last summer that both my kids will be living at home. With each flip of the calendar page, there is an unsettling sense of an impending ending.”
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