My babies haven’t been babies for a very long time.
I miss the feel of their chubby little hands, completely enveloped in my own. I miss being able to pick them up and comfort them, and I miss the weight of their small heads resting on my chest as they fall asleep.
Now my youngest’s hands are larger than mine, and he picks me up to show off his strength. But sometimes, when we are watching television together, he will rest his head on my shoulder. I don’t dare ruffle his hair for fear of destroying the moment; I just let it be.
Sometimes I look at my almost-grown children, and I wonder how we got here. My fellow blogger Leslie is a mother of three, and her youngest is not yet two months old. Today I’m guest posting on her blog, Pampers, Playdates, and Parties, so that she can take a bit of a breather while she adjusts to life as a family of five. Since the majority of Leslie’s readers are mothers of young children, I’m sharing my experience as a mother of teens. I hope you’ll join me there, by clicking HERE.
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