I was wrong. I cried.
It all goes so by so fast, doesn't it, moms (and dads)? It wasn't that long ago that I was a young, newly-minted mother with an unlined face, completely besotted with her firstborn son. Well, it was actually 1983, but it doesn't seem that long ago.
And things just kept getting better.
And those boys just continued growing up at warp speed, getting taller and deeper-voiced (and sweeter...and more lovable...and more loved) every minute, despite their mom's best efforts to slow down time.
It's been a beautiful ride. My only regret is that we've been traveling much too fast for my liking. I sometimes feel a bit sad now, about precious moments I might have wasted when I had the chance, wishing at the end of a particularly tough and exhausting day with my brood of boys that bedtime would come soon (like every parent of littles on earth, I suppose); moments I can never get back. Because boy oh boy, is this adage ever true: the days are long, but the years are short.
Unfortunately, we can't slow down time; we can only try our best to make the most of every minute we have with our children.