AvecLion
December 19th, 2007, 06:55 PM
23 years ago this morning, I gave birth to a tiny little girl we nicknamed Noodle...this afternoon, I helped her son make her a birthday cake.
When she was born, the nurses came to my room and told me how beautiful and dainty she was. These days, she gets whistled at by highschoolers just stepping out the door to get her mail.
Swan stopped by with Annadot. The little girl who floored the audience in her dance recital has a little girl who is bouncing and twirling to the ABC song.
Somehow the scrawny little boy who licked the beaters clean whenever we made cake grew into a big man who still licks the beaters clean.
Kai called our house to wish her sister a happy birthday. In the back of my mind, I heard what she was saying, but it sounded exactly like when she spent hours babbling into a FisherPrice play phone.
Bree wanted to be a silver dinosaur when she grew up. Why is she dressing up and working as a sales associate? Where did the dream go?
Why is it on Noodle's birthday, I don't see my kids as they are - but as they were? Almost as if the little thems were superimposed over the grownup thems?
Somehow, it seems impossible that that much time has passed. I keep promising myself that I'm not going to take it for granted, I'm going to make more time - but then I realize yesterday was a year ago and there's just no way to catch up, let alone get ahead. What used to be a day is now a month.
Days like this, it feels like my life is a Dali painting.
When she was born, the nurses came to my room and told me how beautiful and dainty she was. These days, she gets whistled at by highschoolers just stepping out the door to get her mail.
Swan stopped by with Annadot. The little girl who floored the audience in her dance recital has a little girl who is bouncing and twirling to the ABC song.
Somehow the scrawny little boy who licked the beaters clean whenever we made cake grew into a big man who still licks the beaters clean.
Kai called our house to wish her sister a happy birthday. In the back of my mind, I heard what she was saying, but it sounded exactly like when she spent hours babbling into a FisherPrice play phone.
Bree wanted to be a silver dinosaur when she grew up. Why is she dressing up and working as a sales associate? Where did the dream go?
Why is it on Noodle's birthday, I don't see my kids as they are - but as they were? Almost as if the little thems were superimposed over the grownup thems?
Somehow, it seems impossible that that much time has passed. I keep promising myself that I'm not going to take it for granted, I'm going to make more time - but then I realize yesterday was a year ago and there's just no way to catch up, let alone get ahead. What used to be a day is now a month.
Days like this, it feels like my life is a Dali painting.