It doesn't last.
The giggles, the smiles, the tears, the pouts. The youth and the beauty, the fun, and the toys under your feet. They all fade away after time, into memory.
Some days need reminding, some days I am more frustrated than others. The sleepless nights because my baby is getting too big to give me room in bed as I sleep and nurse her. I get frustrated with her waking me up and staying attached for what feels like forever. But it won't last. The others are already grown.
My babies have changed in a blink, in a whir of motions, colors, and the smell of baby powder is gone. I look at them even now, still on the cusp, the beginnings of life, but think to myself that this time won't stay.... each and every moment- I have to hold on to it, like a faint whisper. Because they don't last. They grown, and then they leave.
I read the other day a quote that captured my heart- Our children outgrow us far sooner than we outgrow them. I had to pause a moment and consider this. What a heartbreaking concept. This is precious time, snuggling them, holding them, sniffing their little heads after a bath (or even when they are dirty!), and loving them so much it hurts.
That love... that is the only thing that stays the same. The only thing that lasts.