Every milestone, every change in a child’s life forces a mother to sit back and see a whole life flash before her eyes.
“But it seemed like just last week she was crawling…”
Yeah, they grow up so fast, don’t they? And you’re left just grabbing pieces of them as they fly past you.
FZ had a ceremony in school marking the kids’ completion of learning how to read and write Farsi. She was so proud of all she was able to read and now write. Often I’ll find her curled up with a book, either in English or Farsi.
Where does the time go? I always want to just curl up with her and read – I love reading. I used to read by nightlight and wouldn’t stop until I heard my parents’ yelling full of fears of me losing my eyesight.
But I can’t just sit with her. Because I’ve got other kids who crave my attention. Other household duties that need tending to. I hate this feeling, really. Because I turn around and they’re another year older and I’m another year full of more regrets.
As they get older, I’m constantly finding myself just wishing time would stop so I could soak it all in for a little bit longer.
I’ve started to slow down and be more attentive of my kids’ individual needs. Too often as a parent you’re surrounded by the common needs – food, baths, potty, that you forget to slow down and be in the moment.
Slow down and smell your kids! Slow down and let them get dirty! Slow down and let them make a mess! Let them tell you their fears, share their excitement, repeat their jokes…
I’m praying to get better at this, and I hope God gives me more of these beautiful moments that make me want to try harder to be a better parent.