…and I don’t care if that doesn’t make sense.
I was reading this post by Angel, and I suddenly realised, after reading this paragraph, what I’d been experiencing lately:
“You know those moments when, as a parent, you look at your baby and realise he or she isn’t a baby anymore, but a young child? Or the moment when you look at him walking into the school gate and he’s suddenly so tall?I had one of those moments.”
Okay, so it’s totally out of context, and it’s totally on a much smaller scale (being that my Kid is only two, while hers is two-plus-seventeen) but the realisation hit afresh all the same. Just like it did when I was drying him when I took him out of the shower this morning and I realised that he already stands hip-high on me. He has long legs. Long arms.He’s only two years old and he’s 97cm tall already. My baby is going to be a very tall man one day.
My baby is not a baby anymore.
It’s not just my imagination, is it?