Do you miss when we were little?

K asked me yesterday, "Do you miss when we were little? Do you wish that we were little again?"

Where did that question come from? And can I honestly answer it?

Being a mother is the single-best-cherry-on-top thing ever. Period. It's also the most hair-pulling-frustrating-maturing thing ever. You know what's great though? Getting to see the chick-a-dees themselves grow and mature. They aren't just blobs of neediness anymore, like my beautiful 4-month-old niece is (okay, she's more than a blob). They're sentient, intelligent, rational and irrational, wise, immature and mature, hormonal, and amazing. And I got to watch that happen? Seriously, does anyone reflect on what a crazy miracle that is?

I told her that I miss it, definitely. I wish I'd taken more video of them when they were little. Yet, it's been a great twenty years since I had my M and I love getting to see the young women that they have become. One in college, doing her exercise medicine thing, and one in high school, doing her volleyball and music things.

I might want to go back for a peek, but I'm loving seeing the work of God now!

Update: she also asked me if I remember when they were shorter than me. Nice.