This special time passes so quickly through our fingers. I can hardly believe my oldest child, whom I can remember every detail about when he was born... and the sleepless nights... and my excitment over every little milestone, and now he's already 8 years old. He's getting so independent. The milestones are so different. Now instead of milestones like first roll over, and first first tooth, it's the first job, first school report...
And my little Jennica girl. The memories I'm having as I go through her old baby clothes to sort them... She's so big already and SO indepenent. I remember a couple years ago dropping her off for her first day of preschool and telling her I would miss her. Her reaction was, "MOM! I'm only going to be gone for a little while!" hehe. At least she still gets a little sad some days about going to kindergarten and just wants to stay home with me.
And Aaron. He seems to have stayed younger to me than he really is. He was a little delayed with crawling and walking and quite delayed with talking. It just felt like time was standing still and he was going to be my little boy forever. Now he has to sing... the same song... over and over through EVERY meal. It's usually Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star (at this particular moment it's Farmer in the Dell.) Even though he had a slow start, I can see how smart he is. A couple weeks ago while we were at the doctors office, Andy showed Aaron a puzzle. The puzzle had about 8-10 ocean related pieces. There was a Jellyfish, a dolphin, an octopus, angel fish, sea horse, ... I can't remember all the others. Anyway, I had been talking to the billing department when Andy first showed Aaron the puzzle. A couple minutes later, when I came back, Aaron showed me each piece one at a time and named them, getting everyone right. Two weeks later we were back at the doctors office and he got the same puzzle out. He didn't remember ever piece and he called the jellyfish a jelly bean (Easter did fall within those two weeks) but I was so surprised. He has great retention and I think he will breeze through school.
And of course I can't forget the baby I'm carrying. I keep congratulating myself because I've made it through the 1/2 way mark, but the baby still seems so small. I haven't been able to feel movement externally yet. I need to remind myself to appreciate this time. I don't plan on having any more children. Sometimes I wonder if that's a mistake. I suppose I question it because I love little children and it's sad to think I'll never have another one, well, after this one anyway. My idenity is so wrapped up in being a mother of small children that I'm not sure I'll know what to do with myself when they start to all grow up. I don't know if I'll be able to become a mother of teenagers, and I know full well, I can't become a mother of adult children. I still feel like an adult child myself most of the time. I wouldn't have a clue what to do with myself. OH... hehe... it just occured to me if I have adult children then it's pretty likely I will have GRANDCHILDREN. That, I know, I can definately do. All the benefits of being a mom without having to bear children. Woohoo! I hope my future daughter in laws will like me because I plan to be around a lot.
I'll leave you with pictures of Jennica and Aaron's hands. Jennica is learning to paint her fingernails on her own, and Aaron isn't quite obssesive enough with being a "manly" boy to know he shouldn't want to have his fingers painted. Jennica did his thumb. Luckily it's slow drying polish so he's wiped most of it off... probably on my couch... before it dried.