Four Months I Can’t Get Back

July 31st, 2013

After returning from our two weeks away from home, we’ve been settling back into our routine.  And every single time Little Bird and I encounter a casual acquaintance – be it daycare teachers or church friends – their reaction is the same.  They smile broadly and exclaim: “My, she’s grown!  She’s getting so big!

I politely smile back and agree, carefully hiding my urge to shriek — TAKE IT BACK.  TAKE IT BACK RIGHT NOW!!

You see, I’m still in denial about the forward march of time when it comes to my third-born.  Oh yes, I’m remembering how much I love each and every stage of baby development, how every size they become turns out to be the perfect size.  Right now Birdie likes to sprawl on my chest while I’m sitting up with her fuzzy head tucked under my chin and her arms flopping down my sides.  She’s so incredibly delicious it makes me dizzy.

Willow Plays Quidditch

And yet.

She’s getting bigger, people.  At her four month checkup, she weighed in just shy of 14 pounds and measured 24 inches.  (And frankly I think that latter measurement is probably underestimating her, given that the attempt to get a precise measurement involved me trying to hold her feet down while the nurse eyeballed a sewing tape measure…)

Willow on the Slide

She’s cooing and smiling and laughing.  Good heavens, does she laugh.  The object of her delight is usually her brother and sister and their general silliness and when she lets loose, it’s the most disconcertingly big sound coming from this tiny little creature.

Except she’s not so tiny anymore.  And that’s the problem!!  Four months have sped by and I cannot get them back, no matter how hard I try.  I’m savoring every minute and stalwartly ignoring my husband when he pretends to cough while saying things like “spoiled rotten” and “you’ve created a monster” and “she’s going to be sleeping with you until she goes to college.

Willow in her Pouch

None of it is true, I tell you!  She’s perfect in every way and one day very soon I’m going to blink and she really will be going to college and I will silently beg her to spend just one last night nestled in the crook of my arm, but I won’t say it out loud because she would probably find that suggestion really disturbing.

But I’ll be thinking it.

Willow in the Swing



4 responses to “Four Months I Can’t Get Back”

  1. Jenny says:

    Thus spake a besotted mother whose children have not yet reached puberty. But you are so right to enjoy every moment of babyhood — and about the speed of passing time too.

  2. Papu says:


  3. Cindi Frye says:

    You just created an ache in this Mother heart for times that were simpler and have vanished but for the memories.

Leave a Reply

Welcome to
Green Around the Edges

Thanks for stopping by! We can all agree that motherhood is a wild ride, full of smiles, tears, and oatmeal in your hair. But when life gets hectic, it's amazing how far you can get with a smile and a few tricks up your sleeve. I hope you leave here with both!


Subscribe to Green Around the Edges via email and get a
daily dose of humor and encouragement delivered right to your inbox.

  • Cast of Characters

    Miss Mouse Kung Fu PandaLittle Bird
  • Archives