Everything is Different

Isn't it funny how 
nothing changes
    but when you look back 
 everything is different.

-C.S. Lewis

So Lewis pretty much nailed motherhood on the head, right? 

Occasionally I feel the weight of monotony settle over me.  Make breakfast, go to the park, kiss owies better, make lunch, nap time, make snack, play with plastic cars, sing songs, make dinner, bath time, read stories, go to sleep only to wake up to do the same things all over again.

But when I look back…

I see that everything is different.

We still do the same things, but every day imperceptible differences slowly morph those things into something else.
We still have bath time, and he still has the cutest little bum!

But now we have bubble beards and talking sharks.

This summer a lot of these little differences suddenly revealed themselves for the huge changes that they are.  For one, I am officially hanging out all day with someone I can actually hold a conversation with.  Camden talks a lot, especially about dinosaurs, traffic laws, and vehicles.  {I can't drive anywhere without this kid yelling, "Stop at the stop sign, Mama!  Green means go!  Look, a cement mixer!!!"

Also, my stroller is gathering dust in the garage, since this boy wants to be on his bike 24/7.  We ride everywhere we can, and we count fire hydrants along the way.  Oh, and sometimes we stop to smell flowers, and then follow up with a good fake sneeze.  'Cuz that's just what you do.

Playing is suddenly different.  Cars and dinosaurs talk to each other, always being ridiculously polite.  I mean, the dino has been known to steal a bite of tire, but he quickly apologizes and takes the car to the doctor so the car can get kisses to feel all better.  And the car is very forgiving of his reptilian friend.

Plus we get to add other kids to the mix, now!  Not too long ago Camden only knew how to parallel play, but that's changing too.  Friends can play pirates, wrestle on the trampoline, spot helicopters and planes, or try to balance toys on your head -- which is the funniest thing on the planet.

Camden had his first sleepover with a friend.  Trying to get these two to sleep in the same room… so funny.  They were laughing late into the night with who knows what kind of shenanigans going on.

And when we left the next day, I saw someone had hidden the treasure a little too well.  We had to go back and return the keys.

Do you ever wish you could vacation time travel?  Because even though in the moment I let the monotony get to me, I miss some of those baby things.

BUT, that being said… I don't want to take a single today for granted.

Nobody's getting any younger!  But cuter is debatable...

1 comment:

  1. Sweet post. Time does fly. But they get more interesting as the years pass. Hugs to your beautiful family!