Well, I haven't posted a blog entry in a while and I apologize for that. I guess life just gets busy sometimes. But as I was reading blogs last night, jumping from one to another, I came across this lady - http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/. I cried more than once reading her blog. She has a wonderful knack for writing, being funny yet poignant, and tugging at the heart strings just in the knick of time. So, the result of all this reading I did last night is that I am now sappy. My babies are growing up right before my eyes. No longer can I hold my sweet ones and marvel at the tinyness of their hands, because their hands are now almost as big as mine. It makes me want another baby...ALMOST. :) But my babies certainly are not babies anymore. Sure, they're still young and impressionable and I can still get hugs (no kisses for years now), but the time is flying. Chad is 8. In the amount of time it has taken for this to happen, he'll be 16. It seems only yesterday he was a baby. Can't time stand still for a while and let me enjoy them more? Sigh... Of course I went through all this last night in my head as well, and what happens this morning? The morning happened and life goes on and they still have to hurry hurry hurry to get ready for school. There is no time to stop and just snuggle them, not that they'd let me if I tried. I did make a feable attempt this morning to make ME feel better and I gave Chad a hug and told him I loved him (not that this is uncommon, but I, of course, was being sappy, not just mom), and he says, "I like you too, mom. I like you, but I don't love you. Love is icky." Sigh...I tried to convince him that he does indeed love me, but he wasn't having it, and then I decided to drop it as to not make a big deal of it and encourage the "I don't love you" to go on longer than it would otherwise. Because we all know that Chad loves to find a new way to push buttons. :) So, that's what's on my mind this morning. And to honor my 'babies', here is my new favorite picture of them.
Monday, November 10, 2008
My Babies
Well, I haven't posted a blog entry in a while and I apologize for that. I guess life just gets busy sometimes. But as I was reading blogs last night, jumping from one to another, I came across this lady - http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/. I cried more than once reading her blog. She has a wonderful knack for writing, being funny yet poignant, and tugging at the heart strings just in the knick of time. So, the result of all this reading I did last night is that I am now sappy. My babies are growing up right before my eyes. No longer can I hold my sweet ones and marvel at the tinyness of their hands, because their hands are now almost as big as mine. It makes me want another baby...ALMOST. :) But my babies certainly are not babies anymore. Sure, they're still young and impressionable and I can still get hugs (no kisses for years now), but the time is flying. Chad is 8. In the amount of time it has taken for this to happen, he'll be 16. It seems only yesterday he was a baby. Can't time stand still for a while and let me enjoy them more? Sigh... Of course I went through all this last night in my head as well, and what happens this morning? The morning happened and life goes on and they still have to hurry hurry hurry to get ready for school. There is no time to stop and just snuggle them, not that they'd let me if I tried. I did make a feable attempt this morning to make ME feel better and I gave Chad a hug and told him I loved him (not that this is uncommon, but I, of course, was being sappy, not just mom), and he says, "I like you too, mom. I like you, but I don't love you. Love is icky." Sigh...I tried to convince him that he does indeed love me, but he wasn't having it, and then I decided to drop it as to not make a big deal of it and encourage the "I don't love you" to go on longer than it would otherwise. Because we all know that Chad loves to find a new way to push buttons. :) So, that's what's on my mind this morning. And to honor my 'babies', here is my new favorite picture of them.
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