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From the cradle to the drums
Corey at 8 months (above) and on drums at 15 (below)
I couldn't wait to start blogging but I refused to budge until someone could show me how to insert photos! What's the fun of a blog if we have no visuals?! Maybe I just think that way because I'm an artist. God, I hope I get better at this!
So, all of you Moms who have little ones - I know YOU know that they are going to grow up fast. You hear it all the time. But what you don't see sneaking up on you is the day the switch gets flipped.
Kids are little for a pretty long time. They'll still give you hugs and kisses even when they're starting middle school. They'll still tell you they love you - and mean it. You can still tuck them in with a book at night. They still need you and they even LIKE you!
Then one day you think, "Hey, why didn't someone tell me that was going to be the last time I read to him before he fell asleep so I could cherish the moment?" "Hey, why didn't someone tell me he was going to stand rigid as a tree and feel awkward when I tried to hug him?"
"And why wasn't I warned that 'I love you, too, mom' was going to evolve into 'love you too' then to 'you too' and then to 'too" and finally to 'mmph.'" Unless I am griping about the cost of his latest death metal CD then I always get an "I love you, mom" complete with all four words. To which I reply "No you don't."
What I see now is that the window is so small. The time that you have to instill in them all the important things in life - values, manners, kindness, empathy, humor - is fleeting. And one day you realize you better be done saying all that you had to say because your time is up. And no one told you how soon the buzzer would be going off.
Consider yourself warned, people.


Comments
I'm new at this whole "mommy" thing but I'm really excited to come home every night and see what new thing he's learned. It's great to hear that I should appreciate each and every drool and touch because it all has an expiration date. Ahhh... I consider myself warned.
Paola Y