When my oldest was about three years old, he pointed out every irrigation pivot we drove by. He got so excited about seeing them that we pointed them out if he hadn’t noticed them. He wanted a toy pivot, like the one his uncles got when they bought a real pivot. We took him to watch pivots running because he was so fascinated with them. And then one day, I don’t remember when, it stopped. My husband mentioned it the other day, and I realized that I had completely forgotten about it.
For a while when he was two, my middle son liked to have all of his Winnie the Pooh stuffed animals with him in his carseat. You couldn’t even see him over the mound of Roo, Rabbit, Eeyore, Piglet, Pooh, little Pooh, and Tigger. He would get so upset if one of them fell off while we were driving. Then he stopped wanting to take them with him everywhere, and now they are abandoned on the bedroom floor.
Their current obsession is taking people’s noses off. My husband’s family taught them this. They even “eat” them, put them in their ears, or all sorts of other crazy things. It gets a little painful when my 13 month old does it though since I think she is actually trying to remove my nose.
There are so many other little things that they did for a while, and they just fade away. Some may be forgotten forever, some may be recalled some day when the right thing triggers the memory. Living life a day at a time, it is easy to not pay much attention to these daily routines, but it is a little bittersweet to look back on them. While I enjoy watching my kids grow and change, I still miss things that they did as younger children. There are so many “lasts” that I don’t remember, but wish I did. It seems like the firsts get all the attention, but the last time is often what I enjoy remembering more. I can’t remember the first time my oldest walked, but I do remember the last day we spent as a family of three before his younger brother was born, and forever changed the dynamic.
There are so many days with three young kids where it feels like I am just trying to survive until bedtime, but I try to remember on the days where I have a moment to think, to enjoy the little things that I know won’t last forever. My oldest is five now and I know the time when he will want to sit on my lap in my chair or hold my hand won’t last much longer. I don’t want to feel like I missed out on enjoying all the little things that I take for granted so easily every day. Some day my daughter won’t think that every article of clothing she come across, even her brother’s underwear, goes on her head, so I better enjoy laughing at how cute it is now.
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