Remember the Lion King? Remember the Circle of Life? I've been thinking about it a lot. I find myself actually thinking in cliche's. About seasons turning, winds of change, things like that. Once upon a time, my children were babies. I held them, rocked them, sometimes I couldn't even put them down for a nap, I just held them the whole time. I admit to being a bit more...what's the word? Attached, hovering, paranoid? ...than most moms. After all, I knew what it was to lose a child. And I held those moments dear. Savoring every moment. Watching dark eyelashes flutter against perfect pink skin, listening to little contented sighs. Breathing in the unique scent of those little tufts of baby hair. Touching little rosebud toes. I couldn't imagine anything better. And then they grew. Sticky hands, wobbly steps, hugs back, squeals of laughter and hearing "mama." Surely this is the best it gets. And then they're in preschool. ...
...keep on keepin' on