Growing

My little girls are growing up so fast.  It catches me off guard, sometimes, which is why I took these pictures last weekend.  It was just a moment.  I turned around and there they were, standing against an old brick wall, watching me.  They’ve grown.

As I reached for my camera, tears pricked at my eyes.

I wanted so much to experience motherhood as my best self.  Yet here I am in a stage that seems designed only to reveal the worst in me.  It is so humbling.

It’s also sad.  It makes me ache for them.  They deserve so much better.  And I ache for myself, as well.  I wanted more for all of us.

But here we are, growing up anyway.


Will someone please push pause while I collect myself?

HH