The Years Are Short

Where is the time going?

This morning, I spent a little time just observing what is different here while I (finally) ate some breakfast and drank my coffee.

Rin can now go potty all by herself (and only needs help with the wiping after poo).

Amelia is crawling.
And sitting up by herself.
And trying her best to climb up to a standing position.
And starting to try eating baby food.

Didn't I just birth them?

Wasn't Rin just learning how to say various words instead of speaking in complete, if not exactly grammatically sound, sentences?
Wasn't I just fretting over how long potty training would take?
Wasn't I just having to trim the back of her hair to keep her from having a mullet?

Now, she's starting to sound like her father and I.
She tries to negotiate what foods she wants to eat.
She tries to "work" like we do on the computer.
She "drinks tea and coffee" like Mommy (she does NOT actually drink tea or coffee).
She wants to clean and cook and take care of her babies.

Didn't I just find out I was healed up from giving birth?
Wasn't I just crying in the middle of the night because I just wanted to get some sleep when Amelia was awake?
Wasn't she just incapable of holding her own head up?

Some days, I want time to slow down.
Let me hold my babies a little longer, give them just a few more snuggles.
Let me hug them and kiss away their boo-boos.
Let me sit them in my lap and comb and brush their hair.
Let me hold them on my chest while they sleep.

This is not all the time. In the big picture, I want them to be fully capable humans that can wipe their own butts and get their own food and groom their own bodies. I want to have fully understandable conversations with them about all the serious and fun things of life.

But sometimes, I just want things to slow down so I can hold my babies for just a little while longer.