The Christmas season is upon us and the realization that my babies aren't babies anymore kind of just hit me (as it does somewhat regularly, but today more than others). I decided that before I lost the second set of Santa pictures, I should put it into our Christmas frame (seeing as how St. Nick's Day was last week and we're hellishly late on that type of decor). When I grabbed out the frame, I saw pictures of Christmas past... and it made me realize these babies--they're little boys, progressively growing day by day into little men.
Why do parents (or maybe it's just me) see their children and think that this day will be the same day forever? Is it a coping mechinism to prevent us realizing that tomorrow they'll grow up, move away, and be adults? Is it the denial factor that we want them to remain sweet (hah) innocent (occassionally) sheltered little ones that we can protect and love on, forever? Why?
So, as I think about this season I'm looking towards next year already and the thought that these babies of mine will be 4 and 3. How that's possible when they were both just drinking formula and trying baby food for the first time, is beyond me. But, alas... they're growing up, getting more mature, and I'm loving and hating it all at the same time.
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