Riding through Riverside Park one evening a few days ago, I noticed a mom walking along holding up the two chubby arms of her probably almost one-year-old blond-haired boy as he gleefully tottered along.
I was struck by the flashback I had of being that mom and doing the very same thing, just a minute ago, with our little boy and how quickly those years pass by.
It was particularly poignant, I think, as we prepare to leave this week for our son’s wedding out East.
As many times as we are told how quickly our children grow up, we don’t always believe it. I saw a mom today in a store whose little girl was having a loud melt-down. At those times, parenting can seem endless.
But grow up they do. And appreciating each stage that arrives is a treasure we don’t want to miss.
I love the Subaru ad on TV that shows a caring dad looking in the window at his little 4-year-old daughter sitting at the wheel while he gives her several last minute instructions. She finally says “Daddy, okaaay!” The next shot shows the real driver, a beautiful young girl of sixteen saying, “Thanks, Dad” as she waves and drives off. I get teary-eyed whenever I see that well-done,loving portrayal of the parent/child relationship
There’s much to look forward to as we see our children grow up and mature – the choices they make, the direction they take. It is a culmination of hours and days, months and years of attentive input and measured degrees of separation.
So I look forward to this next chapter with as much zest as I enjoyed all the past ones. Although, I’m pretty sure my mind might wander back to the little toddler he was as I watch him walk down the aisle.