writingwahm

When my daughter was born, I remember people saying that the time would pass quickly. At the time, every day brought something new to marvel at, yet when I look back over the last five years, it seems that they passed in a flash. I can still remember being able to hold my baby almost in my cupped hands. This long legged creature who bounces all over me is a far cry from those first helpless moments.

For the first couple of years, I kept brief notes of things I wanted to remember, but I stopped that after she turned two. The time between then and now has been punctuated with a few milestones - talking, going to school, reading fluently - but it still seems to have zipped by. I wonder if I’ll be saying the same thing in five years’ time when I have a ten year old on my hands.

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