How time flies!
Last night I visited a friend with a brand new baby. He is your literal "two hands full" and of course the cutest one ever born, as they all are. My friend is a young mum who is learning about the wonders and trials of babies and she looks to me a bit like she looks to her Mum for advice. I have to wonder how I got to be so old without noticing!
Talking to her about breast feeding, not sleeping and the other joys of new motherhood threw me immediately back to when my boys were babies. Again I wondered how 23 years disappeared without me noticing. I can picture my brand new boys as if it was yesterday. I can also remember the feeling of absolute excitement I experienced after they were born, a feeling I have had only once more in my life (another novel in that one).
After I left her I contemplated the benefits of being reminded about where I have been in my life. This revisiting helped me remember the joys and sadnesses I have experienced and gave some purpose to what was a hot, tiring day where all I really wanted to do was go home and lie down.
Because it is nearly Christmas there are also reminders and memories of Christmas past and the sadness that comes with remembering family members who are no longer here to visit.
Reminders and memories are really the signposts of our lives. The markers that stick out when we look back down the years. While I feel a little blue for what has gone and won't come back I also feel excited about the future and what adventures those once little boys who are now men have still to experience.
The only wise counsel I offered my friend was not about feeding or sleeping but about enjoying every minute of every day with her new son because in a flash he will be grown and she will wonder how it happened.
Talking to her about breast feeding, not sleeping and the other joys of new motherhood threw me immediately back to when my boys were babies. Again I wondered how 23 years disappeared without me noticing. I can picture my brand new boys as if it was yesterday. I can also remember the feeling of absolute excitement I experienced after they were born, a feeling I have had only once more in my life (another novel in that one).
After I left her I contemplated the benefits of being reminded about where I have been in my life. This revisiting helped me remember the joys and sadnesses I have experienced and gave some purpose to what was a hot, tiring day where all I really wanted to do was go home and lie down.
Because it is nearly Christmas there are also reminders and memories of Christmas past and the sadness that comes with remembering family members who are no longer here to visit.
Reminders and memories are really the signposts of our lives. The markers that stick out when we look back down the years. While I feel a little blue for what has gone and won't come back I also feel excited about the future and what adventures those once little boys who are now men have still to experience.
The only wise counsel I offered my friend was not about feeding or sleeping but about enjoying every minute of every day with her new son because in a flash he will be grown and she will wonder how it happened.
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