Can you feel it? How its disappearing? How its slipping away right at your fingertips?
We know that our children are only a loan. They are only “yours” for a tiny time. Ours are leaving, I have a hard time understanding this. That soon it is me and the Mr only. Again. Before that I desperately try to squeeze what childhood that’s left from them.
Where it it go? Did I use it wisely? The time together we had with our children?