In My Teenagers, I Still See My Little Ones

I long for the days when my arms were filled with the warmth of my little ones. I reminisce about the tiny hands that would grab my face and plant sweet kisses as I walked in the door. I can still recall the scent of your hair when I carried you to bed each night. The gentle wake-up calls around 6 a.m., when you would slip in beside me under the covers, your eyes barely open, whispering, “Just a few more minutes, Mommy,” when I reminded you it was time to get ready for school and work.

I can’t remember the last time I heard each of you shout, “Pick me up!” with outstretched arms, your soft, five-year-old bodies wrapping around my neck, your little fingers tangling in my hair. How I wish I had known it would be the last time I’d hear those giggles echoing down the hallway or the last time you jumped in your crib, calling out, “Mama, I’m AWAKE!” I wish I’d realized it was the final time I would read you a story and hear, “Just one more page, Mommy.” Or the last time I’d pause in the middle of a sidewalk to tie the laces of your sneakers or leave my spot on a park bench to give you a push on the swings, “Push me HIGHER!”

If only I had known it would be the last time I heard “Mommy” or “Mama.” From now on, I would just be “Mom” or “she” when you were feeling especially teenager-ish and frustrated. You never really know when those moments will slip away, perhaps it’s designed that way—like ripping off a Band-Aid—so life can continue and before you know it, you’re all grown up.

Yet, I still see you as my little ones. I can still feel your tiny hearts beating against my chest when you fall asleep on me, milk-drunk. I still remember how your little palms and delicate fingers would intertwine with mine as we ventured across the street on our next adventure. I will always be your mom, and you will always be my babies, regardless of how grown-up you become. I can’t say I would have changed anything; I just wish I had known.

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In summary, the experience of watching children grow is bittersweet, filled with precious memories that seem to vanish all too quickly. While they may grow up, the love and connection remain steadfast.

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