I have been approached numerous times lately by older people – in the park, in the grocery store, on the street. The conversation has run much the same. They coo over the babies and tell me about their sons and daughters. I learn the names of their children, their ages now, occupations, and often an embarrassing tidbit from their youth. They all end the conversation the same too. “These are the best years of your life,” they tell me. “Enjoy them.” For all my complaints about sleepless nights (Q only recently stopped getting up every 2-3 hours) and terrible two tantrums, I agree with them that these early years are a wonderful time.
With this beautiful fall weather we’ve been enjoying, I‘ve been taking the kids on lots of walks down to our local favourite park. It has a little lake in it that is ringed with trees and home to ducks, geese, fish, turtles, and a beaver. C brings his little wagon (because that wagon is a constant sidekick) and fills it with rocks, leaves, more rocks, pinecones, and the like. Q smiles at people with her two little teeth and invites cooing and conversation (all while peeling off her socks repeatedly). My favourite moment on our last walk was C crunching through leaves and marvelling at the sound they made. Then scooping them up and chucking them over his head so they’d fall all around him. It was one of those moments in which you feel life pause-a held breath. In that moment, I was entirely happy and content. I was complete.
C is growing fast and is actually pretty independent already. I often think about him getting even bigger and how that will change our relationship. There will come a day when he doesn’t want to hold my hand anymore – how I will miss that precious, soft, dimpled hand slipping into mine. He will eventually get too big to cuddle, he won’t request “Hug pees” (Hug please) several times a day, and I won’t be able to pick him up and hold him in my arms as I sing to him before nap. So for all my grumbles, these are great days and I do cherish them. I am thankful beyond words for my smart, funny, beautiful children and for their amazing father with whom I am sharing this journey.
Later in life, I have no doubt that I will become that older person. I will be that lady that goes up to babies in public to coo over them and to encourage parents to recognise their blessings – sleepless nights and all:)
What’s a favourite moment you’ve had with kids?