I was walking by our Alexa tonight and saw a picture of my husband holding up one of our babies, fresh from a bath, grins all around.
And I stopped and touched the screen and said, "How are we not those people anymore?"
How are we not the people who have sweet smelling, towel-wrapped babies?
Who have late night feedings and baby snuggles?
Who have first steps, first words and first days of school?
Who have tiny socks and onesies in the dyer?
How are we not the people who struggle through church, grasping at any snippet of worship we can hear?
Who have playdates and playground afternoons and first sleepovers?
Who have ultrasounds and maternity clothes and pregnancy tests (so. many. tests!)
Who have babysitters and diapers and baby food?
How are we not the people who have long, long, long days?
Instead, we seem to be the people who have tweens, teenagers and young adults.
We are the people who are challenged mentally and spiritually by our children.
Who have drivers and college students and kids who are employed.
Who decide on a whim to go out to dinner just the two of us, and go. Without advance planning.
We are the people who listen to tales of heartbreak, joyful news and everything in between.
Who laugh and laugh and laugh when we're all together.
Who answer to bruh.
Who now have to use google to help with homework.
Who lose sleep waiting for teenagers to arrive home by curfew.
We are the people whose days were so long, but are being shown that the years are so short.
And you know what? While it's hard to believe we're no longer those people, the people we are now have a pretty great life too.