My son has just turned ten and it’s really hit me how long I’ve been a mother now. A decade. A whole decade.
And it has flown.
I still remember the day I had him, the perfectly normal delivery that turned into an emergency caesarean and how hard it was to recover, the surreal nature of becoming a mum and being allowed to take this perfect little person home with me.
It was less surreal with my second and third but just as magical. Philip is 10, Giovanni is 6 and has started Kindergarten and Caterina turns 5 in a month. Time, stop moving!
I’m with my kids less and less these days. They used to be with me every minute of every day. It was easier, because I was in charge of every second of their day. Now, I have entrusted part of their care and wellbeing to others. I trust all these ‘others’ – teachers, my parents, my sister – but still, they are with me less and less and time is moving faster and faster.
The kids don’t feel time is moving quickly at all. For Philip, everything drags. I remember that feeling when I was little. Every day seemed to go so slowly and I just wanted to grow up already.
You know you’ve said something too often when your kids start rolling their eyes at you. “Stop trying to grow up so fast Philip, your childhood is the most fun you’ll ever have.” Eye roll.