February 07, 2013

A girl on the swings and my messed up mind. All in one post. Dont judge.

There was a time when my children weren't walking or talking that I couldn't wait to push them on the swings.
Until I did it 4379679456793638565 times.

Then I couldn't wait for them to learn how to do it themselves.
Funny how my mind thinks, isn't it?

Last weekend, my last baby figured it out.
On a cold day in the middle of winter.
And then she wanted me to take pictures for the "scwapbook".
And watch her.....and watch her again....and again.....and again.

While watching her, I secretly wished that all three kids were babies again so I could push them.
So I could watch the joy on their cute little faces.
Hear the giggles.
So I could pretend to catch their feet and gobble them up.
Or tickle their tummy as they came closer and closer.

I miss those moments.
All 4379679456793638565 of them.

Why does my mind work like that?
Why am I never happy with the moment I am in?
And then I miss those moments when they are over.
Is it because I cant deal with my kids getting older?
Or I want them to get older, but when they are older I want them to be babies again?
Do I detest change?
Oh man, I am a weirdo.

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Gigi said...

Oh sweetie! I get it. I SO get it.

Randalin Ellery said...

These pictures are beautiful. And yeah, I get it too.

Connie said...

Not a weirdo. Just human :)


Jennifer said...

Not a weirdo. Just a mom.

Krystyn @ Really, Are You Serious? said...

Being a mom is an emotional roller coaster, isn't it?

The Maven said...

I so get this. I really do. I feel the same. Now that Spawnling is six and doing "big kid" things, I love my sleep-in mornings, our later evenings, and all those things that come with getting past the little kid stage.

And then I kind of miss the little kid stage.

But OMG, not enough to do it again. Not. Nearly. Enough.

Hannah said...

I SO get it. It's not fair... it's just not fair.