Today I dropped my son off at school in his pajamas. He is in 8th grade. He was so excited to wear his Christmas themed pj pants. As I drove away I realized I forgot to take a photo.
Yes he is 14 years old and 6'2" but his excitement reminded me of what a little boy he still is. So precious. So deserving of a photo - I felt so guilty for not catching him with my iphone to send a facebook post.
Earlier this same morning I received an email from one of my daughter's teachers about some school business. Her last sentence "Alexandra did a great job on her book talk to the class yesterday".
S*** I completely forgot to listen to her practice it. I missed out on timing her and giving her pointers. What kind of mom am I?
Arghhh where does the time go? Things get so busy and as they get older we forget to pay attention to the small things.
Yes, story of most of our lives. When they were younger it seemed so much easier to take photos or video of every little step or first piece of pizza.
But I have to remember to take a step back and not put so much pressure on myself. We all have these moments. As the kids get older different things become more important or memorable.
My son choosing to stay with our family instead of going with his friends for Halloween or my daughter waiting for me to blow dry her hair at night - different yet just as good as those first few steps. It's all good.