One day you're an infant, the next thing you know you're in kindergarten, the next blink you're a teenager with problems that seem so big, and your parents just dont seem to understand anything. Before you know it, you're an adult, those problems seem like jokes, as you pay your bills, and raise a family of your own. You see for the first time as your children grow, just how quickly time passes you by. You watch everything your son does and take it in, but it all passes so quickly, little things you think you'll remember forever, get lost in the chaos of having more children and the busyness of everyday life.
I know my mom must sit back and watch us with our children and see us make the same mistakes she did, and I wonder sometimes what goes through her mind. I was thinking how someone who is 100 must look back and think... where did the time go? It's just been overwhelming me the thought of my children being teenagers, and they are only one and two years old! I try to enjoy this time with them, playing with them on the floor, letting them tackle me with hugs and kisses, knowing one day they will think I am lame for wanting a kiss or a hug.
