I woke this morning to the sound of garbage cans rumbling down our driveway. Jeff had already gone to work and- (I don't know how it is in your house but here, I take out the garbage. I don't mind, it's just a task that somehow has fallen on me and that's OK.There's plenty of other things that he does that I don't do, like any and all yardwork and things involving ladders like changing lightbulbs and REAALLY bad diapers) (how I worded that makes it seem like bad diapers require ladders and maybe that's not a bad idea, anyway) so I was surprised by this sound outside my bedroom window.
Noah had gotten up, dressed, ate breakfast and then emptied the trash in all of the house (including the bathroom right by my room "I tried to be very quiet" he said) and then took both the recycling and garbage to the curb. And he didn't even ask for any money to do it.
Slowly but surely, the distance from holding my babies so close that I think there might be something wrong with me to observing their budding independence from my perch afar has surprised me in the most awesome way. It's pleasant. It feels right. And I love them even more.
How can this be? If I could have just seen it earlier on, breastfeeding my newborn in his nursery rocking chair, me the fierce lioness and he my cub. Never imagining him being so big and with such initiative. And now taking out the garbage and sending me texts and emails. EMAILS!
If I could have seen it back then, would that attachment have lost its luster? Would I have seen things less shiny and new? Would it have had a flavor of sadness? I'm glad I didn't know it, because now it's even sweeter.
They say it goes so fast. In a blink of an eye they are all grown up. Yes. That is 100% absolutely true. But.
You get to have the "along the way." Watching it all happen is a miracle. It's phenomenal. And while you will sometimes wish to go back just one moment to that nursery chair, you love them more now, so it all falls into place and
is just right.