It is exceptionally easy, as a new mother, to constantly look forward to the next phase of your baby's life. "I just can't wait till she sleeps through the night... sits up... eats solids... talks... crawls..." etc. And we're right to be excited, there are so many good things on the horizon that sometimes every night feels like Christmas Eve.
But this rose of my daughter is blooming now, today. And so I will gather my rosebuds while I may, since old time is still a' flying. I will enjoy the phase she's in, rather than spend my time daydreaming of what may come next. As Anne Lamott says, I will practice being where my butt is (to put it more practically).
Tempus fugit, my friends, time flies. Seize the day!
|Stopping to smell ... or eat... the roses|