My kid is still very young. Often veteran mothers will get that dreamy, far-away look in their eyes and tell me to enjoy this time with my little one because it goes so fast. And I nod and half-agree with them. Yes, it does, sometimes. There are parts of it that are already going way…
It DOES go by so fast. The Ugly Volvo is right. Sometimes I go through photo albums and look through pictures of my son when he was a chunky little six-month-old. (On the side: Thank goodness my Dad is a super doting grandfather and prints pictures of my son with so much enthusiasm that we have albums and albums of Timmy’s growing up years).
From The Ugly Volvo
While I flip through the pages, I tell Timmy, “Can you be seven months old for like 1 hour?” My five-year-old just looks at me and then carries on making Hulk and Hulkbuster fight on the floor.
It does go by so fast. “It’s Timmy Baby!,” Timmy would say when I’m looking through old pictures of his on my laptop. I look at the bald, chubby little baby on my laptop and the messy-haired, lanky little boy beside me. I choke back a little sob and think to myself, “Wow. 5 years went by so fast.”
So what do we do? We wax sentimental. Then we pull our kids in a tight embrace, hugging them close to us. The more we hug them, the more we’re taken back to the years when they’d wobble into our arms after walking three steps successfully, to the months when we’d nurse them in the wee hours of the morning, to the nights when we’d try to calm their crying. All the memories — happy, sad, frustrating, joyous — come rushing back and we’re a ball of emotions shouting out, “Why does time have to go by so fast?”
To all the new Moms out there — do enjoy it. The poop attacks. The wet spots on your shirt because your milk just let down. The messy hair (yours and the baby’s). The crying in the middle of the night (yours and the baby’s). Cherish it. Enjoy it. It does goes by so fast.