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?