I've never really been nostalgic for the past. I've learned so much and there's still more to learn and do that I've never wanted to stop time let alone go back and relive anything. Even when it comes to my children.
Most of my sisters have mentioned crying when their children reach certain milestones that remind them that time is passing too quickly, such as when they first start Kindergarten. I've never even close to cried when my kids start school. I'm too excited for them to get out and start learning.
My sister-in-law, Sara, is a perfect example of the type of mother who cries when her kids grow up. In her defense, I know she's also very excited to see them grow up and become amazing individuals. The purpose of this post is to show her and my other sisters that I'm not a complete robot.
The screen saver on my computer is a slide show of all our family pictures and most of the time they are joyful to look at. It's fun to relive those memories. However, over the last few months when I was getting really depressed about not getting pregnant those same pictures made me sad to look at. Obviously, I'm extremely baby-hungry so that is a huge factor in my response, but I had never really wanted to relive the past until then. Now that I'm a little more back to normal, I realized it wasn't so much a desire to relive the past as it was a desire to go back and kiss these cheeks one more time.
Nathaniel at 18 months
Jonathan at 18 months
Brigham at 7 months
I suppose I can still kiss those cheeks(and I do!) though they may not be as chubby as they used to be. So, just like I know that Sara is excited to watch her kids grow up and learn, I want Sara to know that I, too, get a little nostalgic for the past.
