Where does the time go?

Are we really almost halfway through May already? This worries and excites me all at once. If I've learned anything, it's that life with a toddler boy zooms by faster than you can say, "Slow the bleep down!"

For now, I'm just trying to savor my time with the baby boy as much as I can. Looking back on pictures from his first two years (he'll be 2 in June!) bring me to the all-too painful realization that these moments do not last. My grandma in all her infinite wisdom (especially concerning children) always tells me there are no 'do overs'. She couldn't be more right. I am so lucky to stay at home with him, so even when I feel exhausted, stressed, or overwhelmed, I just have to remind myself that one day not so far off he won't need me, or perhaps even want me, as much as he does at this very instant.

So I will treasure every last second of morning toast & strawberry breakfasts, playing with chalk & bubble-blowing afternoons, and late-night cuddles, becasue I know these precious moments are running out as I see my sweetheart baby boy grow more & more every day into more of a smart, charming, & tall little boy...

One of my favorite but seriously sad, sad, sad poems is this one below. Enjoy, but if you are a crier, do grab a tissue first. You've been warned.

"You were six months old and full of fun,

With a blink of an eye, you suddenly were 1..

There were many things we were going to do,

But I turned my head and you turned two...

At two, you were very dependent on me,

But independence took over when you were three...

Your third birthday, another year I tried to ignore,

But when I lit the candles there weren't 3, but four...

Four was the year that you really thrived,

Why, look at you now, you're already five...

Now you are ready for books and rules,

This is the year that you go to school...

The big day came; you were anxious to go,

We walked to the bus, going oh so slow...

As you climbed aboard and waved goodbye,

I felt a lump in my throat and a tear stung my eyes...

Time goes so fast, it's hard to believe,

That yesterday you were home here with me...

And tomorrow when the bus brings you home &

you jump to the ground

You'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown...

So I'm holding on to these moments as hard as I can,

Because the next time I look,

I'll be seeing a grown man!"

 Poem found here.