I’ve never been the mom who wants time to stand still. Not once. Not even at my kids’ littlest and cutest and wildest. Not even when I could still dress them up and they still needed me to sing them to sleep and their young lives were idyllic and they had yet to know heartbreak and we knew how good they had it and knew it couldn’t possibly last forever. Not once did I want to stop the clock. Not once did I want to hold them in place. I’ve somehow always loved the tension of being present in the moment in one hand and the constant curiosity about what comes next in the other. Who are they becoming? What will they be like next? What will their next milestone bring? Oh how far our maps have taken them, but where will their own paths branch out and diverge and wander off on their own?
Beautiful ❤️
Beautiful. Cheers to her/your next chapter! (And that clip of Rebecca gave me chills!!)