So often I look at your faces and I think to myself, I'm going to miss you so much when you're grown. When you're standing right in front of me and you're an adult and I'm so proud of you and all that you've accomplished. I'll miss the little you. But I never tell you because I know you won't understand what I mean.
But last night, Lil' looked right at me and said, "Mama, I'm gon miss you when I go up." She was talking about when she has a house of her own and she doesn't live with me anymore. But I think on some level, we get eachother. She loves being little and I love that she is.
These are the days, we'll look back on and miss. The little yous. The little runny noses. The times when children in our house loved Christmas and believed in all that is possible. It must have been a sad day for my Mama when we all grew up. I guess from that day on, you wait for your grandbabies to crawl around your house with their simple perfect belief in magic.
It's here now and we're all wrapped up in it like a big thick blanket. I'm so thankful for my babies and their wild-eyed view of the world. I know that I will miss this one day but I also know that there is a whole other chapter of babies that will fill me up with the wonder and joy of the season. May we all see Christmas the way our children do, no matter how old they are.