I don't want do-overs because I think we messed up, on the contrary, by the grace of God my teens are fabulous! I keep feeling that when they were little we did not enjoy them enough, nor did we have the vision for family life and who we hoped they would be in adulthood that we have now. I long to be able to cuddle them as little ones again, see their silly little faces and cute toddler mannerisms. Rick Boyer expressed it well in a recent post here.
When I mentioned I was still nursing my baby to an acquaintance she asked how old my baby was. Seventeen months?! But didn't I want to wean her by now?! Well, no. Our years as parents of young children are going by too fast. Our oldest is so excited to go to college, he is all but packed. Keeping him focused on his senior year of high school will be a challenge. My second to the youngest is beginning to learn to read. I only have one child in diapers. My nearly 11 year old boy is in man size shoes.
Every single stage of growing up is an enormous blessing and joy. Words cannot express my gratitude for each child in each stage. It's all good. But it's all too fast. So I am relishing every last vestige of babyhood that Lydia allows me to. Because I know one day I will look at her driving, graduating, marrying... and I will wish for these days back.
Kevin (9), Alex (7), Monica (6), Blaise (3) and Regina (2)
I would have been pregnant with Dominic here.