“How did this happen” I heard myself audibley say several times as I looked at my 7 year old boy bounce across the front yard playing catch with his Dad, As I went over some scrapbooks from the front window.
On the pages in my lap were the memories, from our past seven years that I wanted to remember that happened while I had a camera and actually got into the scrapbook. These fleeting pages showed our bouncy sweet boy from the time he was a little ball of snuggle until now. The thing is, is I hardly can believe it has been seven years.
It seems like ages ago that my Tan Man was an infant. I can hardly remember his smell or his coo or even exactly how he looked as a 3 month old. “How did this happen?” I asked myself again. How did I forget these details in such a short amount of time?
I am sure some where between the career, the sleepless nights, and the frantic life of raising two boys in today’s busy lifestyle I just lost track of time and now I have a seven year old. I know all moms say it goes to fast, but I really thought that somehow I would escape this predicament if I tried hard enough. Guess I was wrong.
I am not going to tell you I don’t beat myself up about how much time I did or didn’t spend. I won’t say I have no mommy guilt about being so involved in so many things that I some how feel I missed something though I was there 90% of the time. I know all the great benefits of working, and having a well rounded life outside of being a mom, so you can be a better mom. however today I am in “How did that happen mode” So I will try to get some pics and some more kiss’s to try and capture some of my seven year old boy before he is 13 and I am saying once again “How did this happen?”0