How did the years slip through my fingers? How did I already run out of chances to pick them up for a hug? Just typing this out makes me melancholy and I find myself missing those moments when I didn't even realize I'd been missing them. We have all heard the cliché about it how quickly the time of babies and toddlers passes, but I never dreamed it would whip by this fast. I look back on the past 17+ years after becoming a mother and so much has happened. So much has changed, however the one consistency was my boys. But my how they themselves have changed and I've not been acutely aware.
It makes my heart hurt to now be consciously aware that in all probability the next time someone needs to be physically carried, our roles will likely be reversed. I hope my boys will remember all those times I carried them.