I have been working through editing some of the many, MANY photos taken in 2014 that I never had time to edit. To have literally THOUSANDS of images stuck on my hard drive and not edited, let alone printed, gnaws at my Type A self. But the mother in me actually loves it. I stumbled across these images of my son that were taken 9 months ago. As he sits on my lap while I edit them (he loves to do this) we talk about that day. How we saw a moss covered turtle in the water, the big splashes he made with his walking stick, and later when we walked over to the park so that sister could go on the swing. I look at the big boy sitting on my lap and compare him to the images on my screen. The loss of “baby” in his cheeks, how he is taller and leaner….. I could go on and on.
This business of children growing up. Sigh. I am forever stuck in an emotional tug of war between the loss of one childhood stage and the gain of another.