Bringing Up Baby: A Moment In Time..
They Won’t Be Tiny Forever
Just a couple of weeks ago, I had a moment. Well, truth be told I have them quite a bit. But this one was different, triggered by something I witnessed.
I was in Chicago taping Sweet Retreats (you can watch the full episode here) and had a moment between scenes. I looked across the street and saw a group of new mothers with their babies on a “Mommy-and-me” play date. I stood there watching.. mesmerized by them. I watched as they cradled and burped their little ones, managing with ease, their iced coffees and baby bottles. And as I sat observing them from the front stoop of the house, I fought the urge to tear across the street with an urgent message.
But would they have listened to me, a middle-aged woman who, no doubt would resemble a lunatic if I were to tear across the street like my hair was on fire?
I thought about this again the other day as I was having a very adult conversation with my 17-year-old daughter (and by adult, I don’t mean anything to do with S-E-X but the bigger issues of L-I-F-E). But, in talking with her, I realized how grown she was and how, just a moment ago, I was like those mothers across the street.
Where had the time gone? What did I miss in my rush to get through the not-so-fun-parts of parenting?
So some comforting (I hope) words for those parents of little ones.