I've been struck by how bittersweet my experiences with my kids have been. For some reason, my joyful times with them are tinged with uncertainty, or even pessimism. Yesterday, for example, I loved the fact that my daughter ran and literally jumped into my arms. But my joy was tinged with the thought, "Make the most of it. One day she won't want to run to you."
I wish I could be more of a hedonist, and just live in the moment. Jumping forward to adolescence just spoils the fun...
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but maybe she will! and if she backs away then , think of how much she will need you when she has kids snd think of all the joy of being there for the birth of her first child (ah you mums of daughters - you don't know how good you have it)
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