The face of our home and our activity changes so rapidly that I only notice how fast my children’s childhood is passing by as I see it through photos. My youngest girls in real beds, Rowan moving up another clothing size, the newness of reading beginning with some, and so on.
As much as I want to wish away certain stages in certain daughter’s lives, they inevitably pass and I am left wondering where the time went. Right now each of my daughters is growing up but with different capacities and directions in a sense.
And then there is my baby who just grows along side the activity, trips, and mealtimes, waiting for the quiet solitude nighttime brings when he has me all to himself. And those moments are more blissful than I ever imagined motherhood could provide.
Who would have thought that walls of wood and drywall and siding could protect something so intangible.
the sleepy time gal