He called on Tuesday, as he does...talkative. Lots of plans, some questions. A request or two.
A twenty-two year old, approaching the end of his college days...with thoughts of the future - of jobs and budgets and, well...life...filling his mind. He's currently scheming with some friends and trying to plan a great graduation trip.
I got off the phone with him, and she texted me a picture of her new puppy. I should say their new puppy. In two weeks it will be time to celebrate a first wedding anniversary! They're off to a great start ~ it's been a celebration worthy year. Even so, like us, they juggle money and the stress of life choices and job ups and downs. For now, it's all sunny...cause did I mention, they just got a really cute puppy?
As I was looking at Max, the puppy, I walked back downstairs where my scrapbooking friends were chatting and filling albums with images of their kiddos.
I said, "Anyone want to trade a 22 year old for a 10 or 11 year old?" No one said anything. I tried again, and didn't get any volunteers for a trade. Sigh.
And we all know I don't really want to trade. I was just hit with a wave of mourning for the loss of their childhood. Not the loss of my days of mothering young ones, but the loss of their carefree, imagination filled, giggle laden childhood days.
In the scheme of things, it doesn't last that long...and every mom of grown kids tells the young moms to savor every minute cause it passes quickly. And savoring is good. But it's also for us...the moms. So, while you're savoring...I'll just throw in my two cents.
Don't rush them.
Help them to soak up and enthusiastically enjoy every moment of childhood.
Because it goes by quickly for them too.
Sharing this Simple Moment that helped
me remember the Bigger Picture with
my friends at Hyacinth's Place today.