And every single time some well-meaning person told me that, I would smile, thank them and think to myself, “seriously? WTF? I haven’t slept in months, my hair is falling out, I don’t think I’ve eaten anything that could be reasonably called a balanced meal in weeks and on top of all that, I touch another human’s poop every day. Sometimes 2 or 3 times a day. Not much to cherish here, if you ask me.”
Yeah. I’m kind of idiotic that way. Thank goodness I never said it out loud.
Because the other day I was walking up the stairs and I tripped over the shoes you see in this photo. And as I fell onto the steps and tried to remember not to bonk my chin, I thought, “when the heck did that kid’s feet get so big?” That, of course, was quickly followed by, “If I survive this fall, there’s going to be hell to pay for not putting away his shoes.”
Ahem. Anyway, while I was applying ice to my bonked chin, I realized that time had gone way, way too fast. I mean, honestly? When you look at your baby’s feet do you ever realize that someday those feet are going to be as big or bigger than yours or his dad’s? Yeah, I didn’t either. And yet, I swear to you, at 15, that boy can snow ski barefoot.
But did you ever think that the toddler who hugs your knees would someday tower over you? And did you realize that those lopsided hugs would someday be lopsided only because he’s taller than you? Or that the 5 year old girl who has makeup swirled all over one eye and lipstick somewhere near her ear will someday show you the newest way to wear eyeliner?
Or the boy who played with LEGOs for hours would someday go off to college to study architecture? Or that girl who played with cars would be driving a car of her own? Or worse yet, she’d be driving your car? And she’d do so without you in the car telling her to go slow, be safe and put her phone in the glove compartment?
All that stuff really happens. So today, when you look at your child’s teeny, tiny toes and itty-bitty shoes, I want you to think about this picture of my son’s size 10.5 shoes. And understand that in the not-so-distant-future, way before you are ready, those itty-bitty toes will turn into giant, hairy man feet (or not-quite-as-hairy female feet.)
And you will realize that all that time went by too fast. And that although you would gladly do it all over again – next time you would find a way not touch human poop for the first three years.Add me to your rss reader | Become a Fan on Facebook!