Saturday, March 21, 2009

Time Marches On

On Creative Construction, Kristine wrote a blog about how the march of the seasons depresses her because it means her baby daughter is growing up. I can sympathize, as I have been feeling similarily. It seems that every time the boys get a whiff of fresh air, they grow inches.

I took this picture of Sam last summer, only 9 or 10 months ago. He was almost 2. At the time, I was amazed at how mature he looked, and in my head I think I said something like, "This is what big boy Sam looks like."

But then Thursday I took this picture. He's 2 1/2 now. Is this even the same child? He looks completely different now.

I took this picture of John in the hospital 9 1/2 months ago. At the time. I was so pleased with myself because it looked exactly like him (and with Sam, my every effort was thwarted).

But look at him now. Red curls? 4 teeth? Where did this child come from?

I have loved every single second with my boys (and I have been there for most of them), but every time I compare pictures several months apart, I feel the cold slap of regret. Why didn't I pay better attention? How could I not have noticed how much they were growing and changing? And then, I regret ever uttering the words, "When they're bigger..." By the time the words are out of my mouth, they're bigger already!


  1. ah, wait a few years and then look back at the pictures. it is heartbreaking. i can't imagine my nearly 14 yo ever had roundness in his cheeks, but there it is, in pictures i remember taking while thinking what a mature look he had then.

    but it is good to appreciate them at every stage, imagine how our parents feel now, watching their children have children themselves....

  2. Anonymous1:48 PM

    Those pictures are absolutely beautiful!

    I take a ton of pictures of my little girl and every time I look back, I'm amazed at how much she's grown up right before my eyes when I'm not paying attention.


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