If I could freeze time
I was looking at old pictures of my girls when they were away. Hardly old really, as they are no more than five, but looking at them it might have been another life. Seeing their chubby baby cheeks, their smiles, cross faces, sleeping, playing, screaming, running, laughing...it made me feel teary eyed.
It was more than nostalgia, it was almost grief. Seeing my beautiful girls as toddlers, as babies, as little girls, I felt as if I had lost something. Regardless of the joy of freedom I wrote about in my last blog, my daughters are truly the focal point of my life, and I could not avoid the grief I felt looking at those pictures, thinking on the time that has gone.
It will never come back, those days of chubby legs and round cheeks exploring the worlds. It is quite sad, but just the way of life and there are of course always new experiences to enjoy with your children.
I never understood parents saying they wished their children would not grow too fast, stay the way they are for a few moments longer. Maybe it is a particular phase in parenting and your child's development, when your child truly leaves the younger part of childhood behind.
My girls are now full of opinions, demands, preferences and thoughts, most not related to their basic needs and fully independent from mine. It has been a slow process, but seeing the pictures it feels rushed. Nobody told me they had grown up that much! I protest!
