I was feeling kind of nostalgic this evening and decided to look at some pictures of the kids from this time last year.
When you’re new, you change every single day. The changes are rapid and intense…morphing you from a helpless wrinkled being to a walking, talking, opinionated little person in just a year or so. Not a day goes by when you stay the same.
I think it all must be very tiring and worrisome…but these babies, they are changeable and adaptable little creatures and they seem to take it all in stride.
When I found this picture of Claire (taken as she turned six months old), I remember that her hair – which had mostly fallen out – was starting to grow back in (and a much lighter shade, at that!). I remember that she wanted to sit up all.the.time. I remember that she wanted to crawl. I remember that she was little, and squishy, and liked to sleep with her head in the curve of my neck as I rocked her for what seemed like hours on end.
Those first few months were a whirlwind of activity. I can’t say the pace has slowed, much – each age brings its own frenetic energy and I constantly feel like I’m struggling to stay a step ahead – or even to keep time with the kids at all, for that matter.
But when I scroll back through these old photos, I realize that we did, indeed, make it through that stage – and that next year, I’ll be looking at today’s photos, and thinking, “Wow…remember that?” as I sit in awe…unbelieving at how much they’ve changed.
What a difference a year makes.