In the very same day, I get glimpses of her all grown up,
and then I look at her again, and she's still my little girl.
and then I look at her again, and she's still my little girl.
When did I become that mom who feels like kids growing up is bittersweet?
5 comments:
Wow, powerful pictures!
I am that mom, heart torn looking at my wonderful daughters, since their first days of life. Too aware of time passing by, of them changing so fast, of the fact that too soon they will be out of my arms, out of our home. So amazing to see them growing up. And so bittersweet...
Yes, too soon, indeed... The funny thing for me is that I had my arms so full for the first 5 years or so that I did not feel that fleeting time passing by... Every time a grandma would tell me: enjoy this precious time, it will be gone in the blink of an eye! I felt like rolling my eyes... I had two teething twins and a nursing newborn... And now, yes, it really does feel like I just blinked and they are turning into women right in front of my eyes... And I am home with them, every single day. I thought that being home prevented that feeling... but the truth is: it doesn't...
that feeling is part of motherhood I believe. do you know that poem by Kahlil Gibran, "your children are not your children ... you are the bow from which your children as living arrows are sent forth".
Yes, Francesca, I love this poem... but I do feel a bit sad when I read it...
j,ai cette impression moi aussi avec matteo mtn...
les photos d,aisha sont splendides!
tu es vraiment devenue toute une photographe cath!
le noir et blanc est si puissant!
bravo
ps: tu peux être fière de toute la présence que tu offres à tes filles. qd je pense que 8h par jour mon fils est à la garderie, même si elle est fantastique, ca me fait un pincement ...
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