My brother is 11 years younger than I am, so we have always been a generation apart as we pass through life stages.
My oldest child will graduate from high school this year, and his firstborn is a newborn.
I have never ever in my life wished to return to some previous stage in my life.
I really cannot even explain it. I just enjoy all the grown-up roles I get to play ever year that I get older :)
This past weekend I got to play the role of older, more experienced mom.
I got to hold, sing, bounce and take care of the little high maintenence bundle while his mommy got some much needed sleep.
When the snapshot above was taken (by me) she had just come downstairs from several straight hours of sleep. She had color in her cheeks and love in her eyes again.
I remember vividly those days.
I remember wondering how I might take my next step...much less ever live normal life again :)
I couldn't help thinking last weekend as I just finished reading Little Women that in past generations this is why the women of the family surrounded the new mother and helped take care of the baby around the clock. Even in the infancy of medicine, women knew that a new mother must be allowed to rest and heal if she was to be able to take care of her child.
Interesting that we think we know so much today...but maybe, just maybe they knew more then.
Imagine that ;)
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