X number of years in, and I still haven't fully computer that for the rest of my life, I'll be someone's mom. That from here, I only get older. That by the time I can slow down, look around and appreciate what's here, my kids will be grown up, moving out and not around as often as I'd like.
I try to remember all that, so appreciate all the little moments. To soak up their littleness, their preciousness, their babyness before it is gone, never to come back.
And then I think about the fact that I don't remember much of my life when I was that little, and that everything that we know and live and breathe with them will be a distant, foggy, maybe-memory for them one day.
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