I love the light in this image. It captures the nostalgic nature of being a mother. It is all written in the heart, but it seems like every once and a while, you look up and you actually see your children, alive and playing, and you really see them. And, because the moments between actually seeing them, and the rest - where we are all scurrying around trying to do stuff, get things done, and running about like hamsters on a wheel - are so rare and precious, emphasizes this feeling of it flying by.
This pathway that Micah is riding on is the same pathway I played on when I was that same age. This is a miracle of a sort, for me, as I was raised an international citizen - with a father in the American military and a mother from Colombia. There are not many places that are familiar in my life. The home where my parents now reside is the first home they ever purchased when I was a preschooler; they remodeled it after their children all flew the nest.
One Mother's Day, as I was speaking with my Mom and acknowledging her for what a wonderful job she did, I was suprised by what popped out of my mouth, "When I have children, I promise to always live close to you, as a gift to thank you for the kind of Mom you are." And, now, look at us, as the time flies past, we living close by and enjoying weekly play-dates at Mama Fafa's house.
If I ever hear a common theme from people who have loved and raised their children, it is "enjoy them, because it goes so fast." So, I am trusting the Moms and Dads who have gone before me on this one, and I am, as best as I humanly can, enjoying my darlings as it flies by.
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