I sang this to my babies as I rocked them, never able to get through the whole song. A quarter of the way through, I would choke up and begin to cry because I knew where they were going -- each milestone, each step, each smile, represented a step away from us. And that's the way it should be. But it happens too fast.
Today, our youngest child turns 35. Amazing that I haven't yet lost that baby weight...but that's another issue. This morning I awoke reflecting on how we celebrate the announcement "We're having a baby!" and not "We're having a toddler" or scarier still, " a teenager"! I think that somewhere in the recesses of our hearts, we hope to hold onto that baby, that cherub, for just a while longer and be able to rock them, protect them, and hold them close.
From left to right: Robyn, Michael, and Melissa.
- I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three, grand mother of three, and have been married to the same man for 42 years. I subscribe to Dr. PM Forni's concept of Civility. I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, and San Diego. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy, and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader and photographer.