They grow up.
Your mom warns you. "Don't blink, it all goes so quickly," she says. "One day you're changing diapers, the next you're sending them off to college." And she shakes her head. She chuckles.
You think she is crazy.
It all goes so quickly? What a joke! What is quick about diapers and dishes and the ever present disaster in this house? Quickly. She's off her rocker.
You're convinced you'll have these moments forever. Relaxing together after Kindergarten, reading stories at bedtime, cheering at soccer games, hunched over homework.
These days are long. It's only the night that goes quickly. That last stolen glance into the bedroom; peaceful sleeping faces nestled against Star Wars bed covers. You yawn, mentally ticking off your list of to-do's before you too, can sleep.
But still, her words echo in your mind.
You close your eyes.
Middle school dances, pizza parties, last minute research papers; an uncomfortable itch starts to settle in your mind.
There are high school schedules to figure out, which may as well be a corn maze attempted with a blindfold. You sit side by side deciphering the wide world of electives, thankful that they still want your help for something besides movie money. Suddenly: Driver's Ed, dating, football games, first jobs, and then; an order form for a cap and gown?
It all goes so quickly, you think.
Why didn't anyone warn you? You need more time to prepare!
You chuckle. You shake your head.
And want, fiercely, to call your mom.