One of Those Moments

Being an only child and therefore producing the sole grandchildren means my parents come here a lot. And no matter how close their visits are my mother always says the same thing within 10 minutes of seeing the kids: "They have changed so much." I always make fun of her flair for the dramatic but I realize that seeing them every day has made me oblivious to their changes. Obviously, I know they are changing but the moments when it actually hits me are few and far between.

Greyson has slept with a baby blanket pretty much every day of his life. He rotates in between three of them but always has to have one of them on top of him when he goes to bed. Last week Raif had a dinner meeting so I put Greyson to bed which I hardly ever do. I laid the blanket on him and he told me to put it on so it covered his feet and so I did but then he complained that it didn't cover his chest. I looked down and saw that my little boy who used to swim in that blanket has all of the sudden outgrown it. That two pound fragile baby has turned into the little boy with lanky legs sprouting out from that blanket like a weed. When did this happen?

A woman admiring my kids once told me that children are the best markers of time you will ever have. That night I realized that was true. I just wish I could slow down that clock a bit.