Thursday, October 30, 2008

In the Blink of an Eye...

Time. It's a funny thing, isn't it? Day to day, week to week, month to month, we forge on. Sometimes blindly, sometimes with steadfast purpose. As mothers. As parents.

Awed by what we've created - these children of ours. Reveling in the firsts - first bath, first tooth, first steps, first day of school...

Time, indeed, marches on. We know this.

I know this.

I take pictures frequently. Documenting the boyz' growth and our daily life in the Trenches. I've become somewhat immune to really looking at the photos. I'm too rushed to notice the details. I forget to be amazed at the growth and the changes. I've basically dismissed the marching of time. Ignored it.

Looking at this photo of Eldest (taken by someone else), I am reminded. I see, deep within his 7 year old features, the man he will become - in his bone structure, in his expression. I see the baby he once was. I am reminded.
I am reminded that he once wore this Patriots football jersey instead:
And had these chubby cheeks:

I am reminded that soon, too soon, there will be new firsts: First day of driving, a first date, a first dance, a first prom.


Now if you'll please excuse me. I'm off to go put bricks on all 3 of my boyz' heads. They must NEVER GROW UP.

(For much more eloquent interpretations of the passing of time, check out MilkBreath and Margaritas and The New Girl. They both wrote about this same subject yesterday, on the day that I first saw the football pic of Eldest and was reminded.)

"The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot"--Michael Altshuler


Amy said...

Oh Sarah! We sob together - we do!

That second picture of him in the jersey was perfect and made me smile from ear to ear!!

Thanks for the linky love.

Patois42 said...

I'm joining the sobfest. My own Eldest turns 12 on Monday. Trust me, though, bricks don't seem to work.

Manic Mommy said...

We're planning HRH's 6th birthday now. Six to me is the year that he totally stops being even a little bit a baby. He's barely still a little boy.

But always our babies.

amanda said...

love that last quote.

and the top picture of your baby is simply awesome.

Putting the FUN in DysFUNctional said...

I thought yours was quite eloquent.
My oldest is 15. It's bittersweet.

Amanda said...

Dude, more warning. I guess I mean that for both you and my girls. Sigh.

Cruises in our 80's?

Anonymous said...

There's something special about photographs of our children taken by someone else - something about seeing someone else's perspective of our child, seeing the facial expressions and eye-depth (for lack of a smarter-sounding term) that catches someone else's eye.

It's why I can't help but buy a small package of every school portrait, even though I KNOW it will suck.

Maureen said...

Oh my... I hold my 2 year old and say to him so often, "No more growing." Now when he asks for a hug (that rare moment), he says, "Mommy, do the no more growing..."

the new girl said...

Oh, I LOVE that picture and I, too, look at the kids I know (not just my own) and see the shadow of who they are going to be as teenagers and adults.

It's an amazing thing.

P.S. I love the Blubher Overhaul. lol.

Shelley said...

I'm here to tell you that the bricks on the head thing doesn't work. I tried it, and all you get is kids with flat heads.

On the bright side, having a child with a driver's license can be quite convenient, at times. After the panic of the first six months subsides, it's really handy.


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