Tempus Fugit

I captured this moment in time today on my phone while on a quick My-Kids-Are-Used-To-Three-Recesses-A-Day stroll through our neighborhood. For the past year or more our beloved wagon has been relegated to backyard toy storage, but this afternoon our exuberant second born decided it was time to dust it off and take it for a spin.

Big Sister cheerfully volunteered to do the initial towing while she sucked on her popsicle. And… I had a moment.

Fellow moms, my Sisters, you know the kind. The “Where has the time gone?!” moment.

JUST YESTERDAY both girls fit comfortably into this same wagon, each with their respective sippy-cup, blankly, baby doll or stuffed animal of the week, and ample leg room. On many occasions, we even squeezed their cousin in with them!

In summer months we would pull it along as we picked all varieties of Oregon berries, (Oregon friends, STOP posting pictures of you doing this on Facebook, you’re KILLING me!) and even had room to cart along their portable toddler potty. (You laugh, but are there restrooms in orchards or blueberry fields? No. You’re welcome.)

Today, only our youngest (and her dolly) fit in the wagon and it was not exactly effortless to pull her.

Moments like these make me pine for days past. Did I treasure it enough? Did I miss it? Then I compare today’s photo to one like this:

They were so little! How have they grown so much, and so quickly? 

I wish I could go back. I wish I had cleaned less. I wish I had worked less. I wish I had held them more. I wish they were still little.

And then I realize– one day I will look back at the first photo and feel these exact same sentiments. 

I can’t go back. But I can focus on today. I can clean less. I can work less. I can hold them more. They are still little.

“This is the day the Lord has made; [I] will rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalm 118:24

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