As I whizzed past on my way to tackle my never-ending to-do list, I caught sight of a young woman maneuvering her double stroller along the roadside. The baby nestled peacefully while her toddler squirmed curiously in the seat. The woman, looking more like a carefree girl in her ponytail and workout gear, slowed down to grab a sippy cup from the basket below. The toddler, now content, settled back to enjoy the view as her mom continued on with purpose, soaking in the fresh air and exercise.
My heart warmed at the memory of those days that feel both distant and just yesterday—when simply stepping outside felt like a major triumph. I remember the tears when I had to leave my little ones, the way I’d hover over the nursery school, relishing the drama of it all, and how I’d savor every moment while also lamenting the swift passage of time.
I thrived in that mom role. I loved it deeply. Those babies were my world, and my love for them was almost overwhelming. Sure, there were stressful moments, caring for such delicate little beings, but most days, we floated through life with a few close friends who made everything easier.
But time marches on, doesn’t it? Now, I’m older, and my babies are no longer babies. They’re 7, 10, and nearly 13. Strolling leisurely isn’t in my repertoire anymore, especially without a stroller to push. My sippy cups have been swapped for sports bottles, and my life has shifted into overdrive. Beep beep, let’s keep it moving!
And honestly? I love it. The perpetual motion and evolving priorities have brought me back to life! I now have kids who can (when they feel like it) share their thoughts and feelings. They’re complex, intriguing, and capable—when they choose to be. They’re smart, strong, and mostly kind (apart from the occasional sibling spat). Watching them grow into young individuals I genuinely admire fills me with pride and gratitude.
Still, there’s a hint of nostalgia. Those were innocent days, both for them and for me. There were moments to giggle over, like being late for music class after spilling coffee and having a baby who decided to have a meltdown. There were tears shed during sleepless nights when my newborn would sneakily throw up on me after crawling into bed. And there were countless joyful dances to Laurie Berkner, laughter with the Wiggles, and endless walks with friends, our strollers overflowing with snacks and our little ones at the heart of our universe.
And you? You were the center of their world too.
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In summary, motherhood evolves from the tender years of babyhood into a whirlwind of activity and growth, and while we cherish those early days, there’s joy to be found in the present as well.