"Oh, wow! I almost didn't recognize you without your twins," says an acquaintance at the gym. For so long I have been the lady with the double stroller, the overflowing diaper bag, you boys and your noise. I've taken you for granted and assumed you were forever.
But now that you don't need the diapers or the stroller, I'm beginning to realize that our moments together are as fragile and fleeting as shiny soap bubbles. And that, without you, I am unrecognizable.
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those boys were just babies! so so sweet. i was just looking at pictures i have of them blowing bubbles at the park party last august.
they are 'forever blowing bubbles..'
what sweethearts.
That is so sweet. Love the bubble photo collage. Gotta learn how to do those.
That is such a great reminder for me. I just put my kids down for naps and I'm feeling a bit frazzled. I will enjoy the quiet and be ready to have some fun with my babies, who won't be babies forever, when they wake up.
This is a great analogy. When you have little kids you you are IN a bubble. It's hard to appreciate what a lovely scene it is.
It's a good thing to be unrecognizable, right?
Those twinks are sure cutie patooties. Want to squeeze those cheeks!
that was beautiful... I have to remind myself that every once in awhile... they are too old, they drive me crazy... I should slow down and remember that I'm lucky that they still love talking to me...
thank you
You are such a talented, poetic writer...so well put, about the moments together being as "fleeting as the shiny soap bubbles." I know you are recognizable without those things, though...even though you feel you may not be...Your writing is amazing. Truly.
you made my husband panic, suggesting seafood is good. way to go!
those pictures are fun. looks like good times. being a mom ain't all bad, right? :O)
Shut up!
This made me cry. I get wistful at milestones passed because, well because of the blowing bubbles. It goes too quickly.
(you are such a good writer.)
Weird how we become someone's mom, isn't it? I am also amazed at how fast they grow. All the little girls born when Grace came are all turning 5. It's amazing that we were all prego 5 years ago and that it is my baby. So weird.
Someone said that to me the other day too!! I really have been defined by toting around all my kids... and I am okay with that.
They do grow up too fast.
Great post.
The bubble blowing makes me yearn for Spring! You're East of me...in MO? Did you get in snow? My kids have demolished the yard and will be so sad when they arrive home from school today to find most of it has melted. Bummer!
This was beautiful Gabi--and so true. Thanks for the touching reminder, love the comparison of moments to bubbles.
So true. Bittersweet, isn't it? I was just thinking about this this morning. Cha-cha will start preschool next year... ugh torn between the thrill of freedom(ish) and the pang of "last baby." *sniff*
I understand what you are saying. The bubble metaphor reminds me a a period in time that you can only have for so long. I am holding on to my youngest being my baby, but she too is growing up fast.
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