Can we talk about something that's been heavy on my heart lately? I was reminded of a time when I was rushing through bedtime routines, mentally scrolling through my endless to-do list, and my six-year-old grabbed my hand and said, "Mama, can you just stay lay in the bed with me for two more minutes?" That six-year-old is now sixteen years old. It really never dawned on me then how quickly those times would change. Now it’s a hug and goodnight. Literally. That quick.
That's when it hit me: We have such a short window with our littles. Like, devastatingly short. I can’t believe my daughter's already sixteen, but she just learned to walk yesterday? Don’t get me started on my nineteen and twenty-one year old (Cue the ugly crying in the grocery store when I passed the baby section – anyone else?).