My mother always said to me "Time goes faster and faster each year as you get older."
Since I knew everything already as a kid, I can remember rolling my eyes at her and thinking, time is time, it goes as fast as it goes. A year is a year!
Now, of course, I know she is right. Each year the year goes faster, it seems to grow shorter.
Einstein should have applied all his genius to this little trick of physics instead of the photoelectric effect and relativity.
On Monday, August 22, 2005, my first baby, my sweet, quirky, genius child will be 13.
A teenager. 13.
How can this be? I remember the weekend of his labor and birth as if it was yesterday.
I can remember bringing him home and showing him to his crib for the first time.
I remember feeding him his first cereal and how he loved it!
I remember that he never slept but was always happy and intensely examining everything, even as a baby.
I remember that first Christmas, laying him in the wrapping paper discards, and taking his picture.
I remember his first wobbly steps and how he seemed to go from toddling into running in less than a day!
I remember his first birthday party and how he fell asleep before Barney the Dinosaur arrived!!! He was so exhausted and missed it all!
I remember everything but still it seems like it was just yesterday, that it could not possibly be 13 whole years.
I wish I could have some of those first days back now.
Especially, since as a first time mom, I worried and fussed so much. I definitely was more relaxed during the infancy of 2 and 3. I guess it happens that way for everyone, but it would be nice to go back to one of those days when he was my only babe and he and I were home alone together.
I would just hold him all day and just cherish the quiet mommy and baby time, just him and I.
But, I can't go back.
So, I will cherish now, as I do, and cherish the young man that he is becoming.
I am so honored to be his mom.
I love you, my firstborn. Happy Birthday!