It seems I spend an inordinate amount of time worrying about my children's development be it physical, mental or social. I tend to want to hurry them along whether it's to get the training wheels off so we can do some "real biking", learn to swim underwater, wipe their own bottoms or tie their shoes.
I know that I will be kicking myself when they're grown up and I am grasping to remember all the things about them when they were little. "Time rolls quickly - remember that!" my little Italian nonna-neighbour reminded me this morning when she saw Maya and her boy buddy walking hand in hand. We were laughing about her holding hands with a boy when she's 16. This time be upon us before I know it whether I like it or not.
We were shopping for underwear for the big monkey last week and Maya spotted a training bra adorned with sequins and some print or other. "Look, Mom, it's a Hi Ho Musical bra! Oh, I mean High School Musical...silly me!" For months, she's been referring to that highly-desired-but-mommy's-too-mean-to-let-them-watch-it movie as "Hi Ho Musical". I was actually saddened to hear her correct herself.
It brings a smile to my face every time I recall Jordan telling me that some men have long sidebrains. What??? Well, those would be sideburns, of course. And her picking pine noodles on our walks and complaining about their prickliness in her pockets brings back the days when we would visit our neighbours in Richmond and scoop all the pineneedles her chubby little fists could hold.
Time rolls quickly...it surely does. At least the Baby Alive is still cuddled lovingly and called "Live-a-baby" - for now anyways.
I find this more amusing than my kids do
7 years ago
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