with joy, but still, time passes more quickly that one can imagine.
My oldest (homebirthed in joy, breastfed for years) is turning 18. The house is filled with teen friends, and family. He holds his baby sister in his arms. His little brother and teen sister are laughing, happy to to be a part of such a milestone.
His friends (mostly the girls) gather around the pictures from preschool and squeal with delight. "I remember that!" "I loved that dress!" "I can't believe you all had bowl cuts!" "That was so fun!" They are so sweet and kind. So big. They all used to be so little and I remember some of their food preferances from play dates.
Time flies and it hardly seems possible my first child has grown so rapidaly and so beautifully. The teen laughter, the pizza inhaled ...it all seems surreal. Yesterday he was born. Yesterday he was nursing night and day. Yesterday he weaned.
He is so beautiful and decent. I have to leave the room because I know my tears might seem misplaced to the party-goers.
My oldest (homebirthed in joy, breastfed for years) is turning 18. The house is filled with teen friends, and family. He holds his baby sister in his arms. His little brother and teen sister are laughing, happy to to be a part of such a milestone.
His friends (mostly the girls) gather around the pictures from preschool and squeal with delight. "I remember that!" "I loved that dress!" "I can't believe you all had bowl cuts!" "That was so fun!" They are so sweet and kind. So big. They all used to be so little and I remember some of their food preferances from play dates.
Time flies and it hardly seems possible my first child has grown so rapidaly and so beautifully. The teen laughter, the pizza inhaled ...it all seems surreal. Yesterday he was born. Yesterday he was nursing night and day. Yesterday he weaned.
He is so beautiful and decent. I have to leave the room because I know my tears might seem misplaced to the party-goers.






I hope I will feel the same kind of joy in 18 years. She's only 7 months old right now but it already seems like someone hit the fast forward button on life.
It's a strange and beautiful thing to watch them grow isn't it? I totally understand. It's not at all what I thought it would be...having teens. I thought I would be terrible painful because everyone says that teens are terrible. It's been painful, but not for that reason at all. Watching them become young adults is both heartwarming and, like you said, heartbreaking. I worry so much about the people they will meet that won't be kind or honest, ya know?
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