We recently went to a small birthday celebration for a friend’s daughter at a local coffee shop. I met this friend when we were both in prenatal yoga, when I was pregnant with Alice, and she with her daughter, who just turned three. Something about seeing her little one grow out of infanthood, into a smart, funny, witty, silly kid made my heart seize up. It’s easy to overlook my own children’s changes, because I see them alldayeveryday, but seeing my friend’s daughter suddenly a little person felt like a firm reminder from the universe: they all grow up. The things I am struggling with right now are temporary.
Speaking of struggle, Alice had a hard time at the coffee shop (The noise? The people? The fact that I was trying to speak to other people?) so after a half hour of whining/wailing/crawling behind me in my chair and glaring at anyone who dared talk to her, I gave her my camera and asked her to take pictures. It was dark, so she had on the flash, and every 10 seconds or so we’d all be blinded. It seemed like a decent tradeoff.