- Family and Parenting
How The Time Flies
My Babies Are Growing Up
It seems like yesterday that I was pregnant with my second child. It doesn't seem 8 months ago that he was kicking around and doing gymnastics in my belly. Sure enough, today he is walking and climbing and I sometimes with he was going back there. Then, I look at my oldest son and watch him in his baseball uniform playing short stop and I can't help but to remember him in diapers toddling around. Whether it's 8 months or 10 years, you can't really avoid sitting there wondering where the time went.
The moment where I first had the "oh my, he's growing so fast" was the first time cleaning out the closet to make room for bigger clothes. As I'm folding his Newborn and 0-3 month size clothes, I felt sad. I looked at out tiny the clothes were, and how I remember how he looked so small in them. I then remembered exactly how he was bursting out of them. I almost teared up, time was flying by so fast. Then when I thought of my older son, I realized he will be a pre-teen soon. I look at the middle school bus that in a year and a half, he will be getting on to get to school. It felt like my heart stopped thinking about how quickly it all goes. Soon I'll have graduations and weddings. It's all too soon.
I thought this was something only mothers went through. My husband always seemed to look at me like I was being silly because I was tearing up while folding the boys' clothes. I'd ask "remember when Dylan wore that Batman mask and pretended he was Batman? And how he'd need to servings of pudding, because Batman needed one too." We laughed, and we would tell him about how he did that, and he used to find it funny. Now he looks at us embarrassingly as we recall the memory saying "when I get a girlfriend, you won't tell her that right?" It was at that memory that I saw my husband look at the oldest boy with that pride that father's get in their eyes. Then I though maybe husband's only get like that with the older children going up. I still didn't see any evidence of that same "sadness" of the baby growing up.
Until the crib incident, that is. On the highest setting of the crib, our little monkey decided it was time to climb. So my husband lowered it. Then a few months later, the monkey decided since he could reach the toys on the mobile to pull them off, he made a game of it. To finish this story, we need a back-story: The baby loves mobiles. So much that we would have to stand at the crib for long stretches of time, manually cranking the mobile. The baby would squeal with such excitement every time, so eventually we bought a battery operated one with a remote control. My husband loved that the baby loved the mobile so much. He would say "look, it even projects an image as it spins!" Now, in present day the baby knew if he pressed the buttons, music would occur, an image would appear as it spun, and the toys spun around tempting him to grab them down. And he would. It was a game he loved to play. Finally, I said to my husband "it's time, the mobile needs to come down". I wouldn't say a fight ensued, but there was a disagreement on this matter. My husband was adamant that it wasn't time. It hit me: the mobile was that "oh my god" moment for my husband, and he wasn't ready for it.
Against my better judgement, the mobile did stay up. We had to get plastic teething protectors for the crib to accommodate the mobile. Soon, that didn't work because our little bundle of joy would pull them off and proceed to chew on the crib anyways. My husband caved, and bought fabric ones. He needed to lower the crib to the lowest setting, because the baby was starting to crawl out and I felt sad again. My husband called me in to see the new crib, low setting and teething guard complete. I noticed one thing was missing: the mobile was down and my husband almost looked as if he wanted to cry.
In what seems like "too soon", we'll be heading to graduations, college weekends and weddings. We will be grandparents, and we will watch our children take what we taught them as parents and raise their own children. If we're lucky enough, we might even witness some of our great-grandchildren grow up. It's all so sad to think of, but I think that in all that sadness we discover the pride we have in how well our children are thriving. That's what's the most important of all.