The other night, climbing into our cold car, I huffed and watched the mist trail of breath. ‘I’m a dragon!’ I called to the kids in the back seat. ‘Look!’
‘Mom,’ chided the eldest. ‘That was funny when we were five. Not now.’
‘Teens,’ I groused to husband.
‘Hey, I’m not a teen!’ said the youngest, who is at the tail end of ten. ‘I’m still a kid. Treasure me! Treasure me!’
We all laughed.
But my heart is breaking a little, too. In raising children, as I remind myself when I feel impatient with mine, the days are long but the years are short.
To be truthful, I usually remember that aphorism just after I've been impatient with them.
Sigh. I do treasure them, tot and teen-- beyond all measure.
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