When my children were small women in their fifties would see them and say, “Enjoy it. It goes so fast.” Then they would smile and sigh. Today I realize it was a sigh of longing. At the time I just didn’t understand. I was knee-deep in diapers and naptime, picture books and Raffi. (“Baby beluga in the deep blue sea..”) In my 25-year-old mind they would never grow up; there was no end in sight.
This afternoon I saw a baby being carried by her mother. She was so cute. I looked at her and smiled. Then, I sighed longingly.