Growing Pains

Sometimes it's painful to watch your kids grow. I didn't realize that. Max is sitting on the floor playing with his dinosaurs and his train and a Little Mermaid camera. He is taking pictures of the dinosaurs riding in the train and then doing their voices for them as they all yell "Thank you Max!" I want to freeze time and keep him just like he is right now.

And Charlie isn't a newborn anymore and he doesn't fit laying on my lap the way he did a few weeks ago. I'm afraid that I'm not enjoying every moment like I should be.

Anna was at the store with me and she saw a Disney Princess Magnet Board that she really, really, REALLY wanted. I told her she could save up ten dollars and buy it, and she tried really hard not to cry. As we were in the checkout line, Anna made one more last effort and told me, "It is the best toy I ever saw and by the time I save up ten dollars I won't even be a kid anymore!" And I thought that it really does feel to me like it is flying by that fast sometimes. Not all the time, but sometimes. I miss Anna as a baby already, and soon I'll miss her as a three year old.

I wish I could remember every hug and every word and smile. I know it is a happy thing to see my kids grow and learn, and it makes me happy. It is just surprisingly painful at the same time.