I changed your diaper.
Sometimes there are irrational, odd thoughts racing around my mind. I’m not proud of them. Mostly I manage to keep them all to myself.
Next thing you know they’ll be asking for my car keys. Gasp!
Tonight Joshua and I drove our visiting guest to the airport. Looking at the pictures of me flanked by these tall young men with their deepening voices, long legs and huge feet I couldn’t help but think one thing:
I knew you both when you were babies with chubby cheeks and kissable toes…I changed your diapers.
I know, it’s embarrassing and a bit shocking – such talk should be avoided at all costs. I can’t help it. I’m a mother and the years have raced on ahead of me. I see the handsome, godly grownups you are becoming, but in the shadow, visible if I peer closely, I still see my firstborn baby and his little friend.
Sigh. Go on, grow up. There doesn’t seem to be anything I can do about it.
You can tell I accept my aging gracefully.
Project 366 – Day 232