Mary had a little lamb, it bleated in its cot.
She turned around the other day, a little lamb ’twas not.
For it had grown in length and weight, its eyes alert and bright,
Its bleat had been replaced with BAAA, first fleece now way too tight.
One blink was all that it did take for changes such as these
So now she props her eyelids up with matches, if you please.
My little boys are growing up. It was inevitable I guess, but in the chaos and distraction of everyday life, these observations can slide by. I was warned that this would happen, and advised to cherish every moment because before I knew it, my kids would be all grown up. I recognise that now.
It took the arrival of a newborn for me to realise how big my big boy had become in the blink of an eye. After feeding the baby at night, I often sneak into his room and stand over him, gazing in disbelief. Those fingers are so long and solid. The fluffy covering on his head has been replaced with thick, coarse hair and the gentle pant of breathing is now a snore and dribble. This boy, now four, has conversations, argues, scoots, plays Wii, has friends and is going to school next year.
Where did time go?
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