Stop this train I want to get off and go home again
I can't take the speed it's moving in
I know I can't
But honestly, won't someone stop this train?
My "baby" girl turns 13 tomorrow...how can it be possible that I am the mother of two teenagers?? Didn't I just finish being a teenager myself, only a couple of years back?
Birthdays, New Years Eve's...these are the milestone events that make us stop and reflect. And right now I'm reflecting that although I have two children, they aren't "children" any more.
In the blink of an eye, you go from this:
So scared of getting older
I'm only good at being young
So I play the numbers game
To find a way to say that life has just begun
I remember when they were really little babies, I wanted time to stop. It felt as if every week they were growing and changing and I couldn't keep up and didn't want them to get bigger. And sadly, back in their babyhood, there were no digital cameras or smart phones to snap every little moment (OMG - I would have Instagrammed those babies like there was no tomorrow!!!).
I could look back at old those baby photos I do have, and maybe feel a twinge of regret, of sadness, of longing for that baby smell, when they loved you unconditionally and relied on you for everything.
This growing up gig, it's tough (for them and us)! Lessons to be learned, skills to be mastered, life to be lived, and just when you think you've got it figured out, they go and change and get different on you.
And if we're really lucky, we get to see it all, be part of it all, and help them on their way to being separate from us and be proud of the adults they are becoming.
Because if there is one thing that I never take for granted, it is that I have these children in my life, they are here and they love me as much as I love them.
Don't stop this train
Don't for a minute change the place you're in
Don't think I couldn't ever understand
I tried my hand
And honestly, we'll never stop this train