echoing. the days are long but the years are short

We are wiping the drool off his face and shirt; but soon he will be wiping sweat from his eyebrows.

He cuddles close whenever he takes the tumble or bumps his head; but soon he will be excited to show off his scars from a fall from a skateboard or bike.

He pounds on tables and chairs, squealing, pretending that they’re drums; but soon he’ll be strumming a guitar, stirring dough, or typing on a phone.

He throws off everything that is on a coffee table, just to put it back up again; but soon he will be putting together his own furniture to use in his apartment.

We wrap him close to our chest when we walk across the street as his little pudgy hands hold on tight; but soon his hands will be strong and bony as he waves goodbye to hangout with friends.

He babbles and whines nonstop throughout the day just desperate to communicate; but someday we may not get a word from him as teenagers are too cool for parents.

sigh. and smile.

Bittersweet moments are happening everyday. Yet everything must develop and mature. So as each of the little baby moments start to disappear and toddlerhood peeks through, we try to breathe in the moments. Each gentle stroke of the hair, drooly kisses, knee dimples, vocalized babbles, banana-filled cheeks, and cheezy smiles. We close our eyes. Taking a mental snapshot of the moment. Because we know the next minute will be something different. That is both the struggle and the joy of our parenting an infant. The days are long, but the years are short.