Emma has grown up so much over the past few months, and everyday I find myself heartbroken while watching her do something. No longer a toddler, she does little kid stuff, like pretend my homework papers are a script for a play she's directing about turning people into soup. (lol!)
I don't know when it happened, and sometimes I think about how we just morph into these older versions of ourselves every second of every day, and it freaks me out.
In yoga, when I'm practicing savasana I try to focus on the space between my thoughts, which is sometimes impossible, (there's clearly a spot where one ends and the next begins, why is it so hard to find?) but after a couple of years of practice I'm getting there.
When I'm practicing parenting (ha! I mean let's be honest, who really has this shit down?) I try to find the space between growth spurts, milestones & phases, so that I can cling on to them, and oh my god it is hard, because they are ever so fleeting. I feel like one day I just woke up to a kid that talks and wipes her own ass, when it seems like just yesterday I was doing all of the talking and changing diapers.
Time is brutal, y'all. There's never ever enough of it. After almost five years into this parenting gig, the importance of not only finding, but reveling in the space between is weighing heavy on my heart.
If any of you have this great mystery of life figured out, do share.