If you are a new parent, you have probably heard “Enjoy them, they grow up too fast!” advice ad nauseam. Unfortunately, this is one of the truest things I’ve ever been told.
I have proof:
A short two years ago, my four-year-old Josie wore this particular snow suit.
A mere year later: same snow suit, different child. What happened? I haven’t a clue.
While this phenomenon is not really sad, the emotions that typically accompany my viewing of the old baby pictures are definitely bittersweet.
Once upon a time I had a baby girl (I don’t actually have her baby-baby photos because I didn’t have a camera back then).
Then this happened.
And where did that come from?
But wait, there is more:
Cyrus at about 2 months…
Cyrus at about 3 months…
(I know this because he was born in April but is wearing a onesie and there’s no way a Jewish mother like myself would allow her young child to wear anything summery in Wisconsin if it wasn’t actually summer).
Note also the clothing color choice: I am WAY cool to conform to cultural constructs like baby color-coding.
Cyrus approaching one.
I think he is a little over one in this photo.
Two and a half.
Cyrus the big brother, for once.
Speaking of which, you notice how fast they change especially with babies:
Evie at one week.
Between three and four weeks – notice the increase in the level of awareness and presence!
Sometimes, when you look at old pictures, you can’t immediately tell which baby is which, especially if you are not the mother, especially if you have a few babies to choose from. I am pretty sure that twenty years from now this game will be a fun challenge for guests and would-be in-laws. Let’s try it:
Find 5 differences between:
On a completely unrelated note, people keep telling me how Cyrus is “a copy of Jacob.” It gets me every time, because:
This ain’t Jacob.
Now you probably noticed that I am the kind of person who, not being sure of the exact nature of the treasures in heaven, makes sure to savor life right here and now. Similarly, I make it a point to enjoy every day with my little ones at every age because time only moves in one direction.
I have proof.
And I suggest that you too stop worrying about what needs to get done and do the same.