It’s what the pregnancy books call the moment when a soon-to-be mom is physically aware of the movements of her baby.
I remember a bubbly effervescence, a tiny tapping, a feeling akin to little butterflies launching.
From that first motion on, parenthood became a quickening too. A series of moments accelerating. Too. Fast.
My daughter is moving at warp speed. One minute she’s appearing on an ultrasound screen, a bouncy, blurry greyness that I hardly could believe was real.
The next minute she’s graduating from high school. This week. Now. (Pass me the tissues.)
We tried to slow her down, if only for a minute, capturing memories on our front porch that first day of Kindergarten–and every first day of school since.
Taking her own photo on the porch.
It all seems just a little too soon.
What’s flying by too fast for you? And does anyone have access to a time machine?
Have a SWEET week,