This “Growing Up” Thing
Back in 1995 my days were filled to the brim with diapers, onesies, late night feedings and the sound of giggling babes. My life is profoundly different these days – just as wonderful, challenging and altogether consuming, but beautiful nonetheless. Somehow, somewhere between what seemed like yesterday and today, my children traded footed pajamas and play clothes for tuxedos and gowns.
Andre and Alyssa recently attended their high school prom. Eighteen and fifteen, respectively, they each had their own dates, but I couldn’t help snapping a photo of them together.
It’s all happening too fast, this whole…growing up thing.
They just don’t need mom as much as they used to. Though bittersweet, it’s a beautiful thing and I know that they’ll be okay. They’re smart and strong,
self-sufficient and independent.
And well, we’ll never ever be too far away. This precious thing called childhood is quickly morphing into adulthood, but the strong family bonds we’ve made will never change. There will always be love. We’ll always be here, each one of us for the other.
This growing up thing is hard on a mom, but it’s oh so beautifully bittersweet.