A Rolling Stone
7:37 PM - Posted by christina - 5 comments
Can someone please tell me

When did this


become this?



And when did this little cutie




Turn into this beautiful creature?



And this one



Become a man?


The journey of mothering is a rolling stone on a hill,
Continually gathering speed.
The clumps of grass, the tree trunks, and hillocks
Only serve to pause the journey for the shortest of moments--
Perhaps just long enough to snap a photo
and freeze the instant in time.
And then the stone races on,
closer and closer...

To what?

The end of mothering,
as the fledglings fly.


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5 comments:

    Anonymous said...

    Now that just makes me feel really old...i held your oldest when he was just a baby. Time sure flies!

  1. ... on January 18, 2011 at 9:11 PM  
    2. Joan J. said...

    So true Christina. Ever since the boys started school I've said there are four seasons:

    School year begins
    Christmas
    Spring Break
    School Ends.
    and then they get another year older, how else did they all get so big?

  2. ... on January 19, 2011 at 7:16 AM  
    3. christina said...

    I know you're out there, you mom's in the same boat! Can you give me a little inspiration-perspective-hope?
    Christina

  3. ... on January 19, 2011 at 10:21 AM  
    4. christina said...

    You're not old, baby. I held YOU when you were just a baby!

  4. ... on January 20, 2011 at 7:33 AM  
    5. christina said...

    And Joan-you are spot on. Too fast, too fast...

  5. ... on January 20, 2011 at 7:35 AM  
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