Our baby turned 11 a few weeks ago. 11. E-l-e-v-e-n. Half way to 22. 11 years ago she was born. 11 years from now she will be t-w-e-n-t-y-t-w-0. Rob and I have both had a few “oh my word” moments lately, one of them the other night while trick-or-treating.
How many more trick-or-treats do we have with Maddie? It’s always been all of us. All of our friends and their kids are like a little pack and we all go together. But, it will not always be. Someday she’ll want to get married or something and I doubt her husband will want to trick-or-treat with us.
Tucking Whitney in bed tonight, snuggling her up under her covers, brushing her hair out of her face, it hit me again. How many more tucks do I have? How much longer will she long for me to talk and talk to her while she is laying there with her sleepy smile?
And then yesterday watching Isabelle brush her own hair,and then proceed to put her own barrette in. Same thing. I got all teary. I asked her to promise me she would always stay 5. She rolled her eyes at me and said, “But Mom, I am almost to 10!” I think she thought I had officially lost it when I got all teared up watching her brush her hair.
How many moments do we have left?
I’m counting mine more carefully lately.