Our parents all warned us. Moms of older kids nudged and told us. Trace Adkins even sang to us about it, and if you’re like me, you sighed and changed the station.
And then earlier this week when everyone panicked that Facebook did didn’t may have released private messages from 2009 to our public Walls, I found this update from December 18, 2007:
Amy Lupold Bair is enjoying watching her kids play, doing laundry, and wondering how to wrap the kids’ presents without setting off the police car toy.
And I missed it. I missed doing laundry, I missed sitting on the floor with my kids for hours, I missed that the most pressing problem in my life was figuring out how to wrap a Shake-N-Go police car.
I missed the simplicity of my life. Every aspect of it.
I miss it now in this very moment as a to-do list stares up at me instead of a toddler, as I notice the train ticket next to my keyboard that means I’ll be missing bus pick-up and drop-off tomorrow.
It happened. I miss it all.
Pictures found on my (at the time) three year old daughter’s camera, capturing our days together