There are months and weeks where my children seem the same. The same meltdowns, the same silly jokes, the same dance steps, the same quirks, the SAME OLD SAME OLD.
When they are in a bit of a routine, a plateau, I am lulled into smugness, thinking, I know them. I know everything about them.
Then there are other weeks when they seem to change suddenly and completely. Of course, their essential nature is change, as is all of ours. Yet my gaze is so close to them, so close to the tip of my nose, I often don't add up the little steps and spurts that lead to each surprising big development.
I am always, always shocked at their growth. As if they could ever stay the same, even if they wanted to.
Even if I wanted them to.
(Which I don't.)
(Except when they're super cute and snuggly. And then YES PAUSE TIME HERE FOREVER PLEASE AND THANK YOU.)
Last week, both girls went into hyperdrive. It seemed every time I turned around they were doing something new and different.
Z lost her first tooth
E went from sleeping and napping like a champ to crazy quiet time shenanigans and early morning wakeups. On the plus side, she also suddenly got interested in potty training, having success with both #1 and #2 last week.
|Me: "Okay E, put your pull up on." E "OKAY!"|
All of these developments had both CG and I grinning like loons (even, especially, the rogue pull-up wearing).
If those moments before, when all I can see are the same old girls I think I know completely, are plateaus, then this is certainly a downhill. Life seems so fast all of a sudden and the rushing of the wind smacks me in the face, each and every time.
I'm holding on, opening my eyes, coasting, adjusting to the new landscape even as it rushes past me.