I’ve already blocked out the troublesome parts of the first few years of my kids lives:

the lack of sleep, incessant wailing, teething, perpetual exhaustion, etc.

It was hard to appreciate the moments as they were happening, and even more difficult not to throw something at people who told me how much they missed those infant years. “Oh yeah? You miss it? Take mine and enjoy!”

Alas, those years are done and all that’s left are rose-coloured glasses.

As the first day of school rolls around, I see the post of parents dropping their kids off at post-secondary schools… some of whom I taught several years ago. How fast did that happen?

Fun note: I can’t watch the movie, “Father of the Bride.”

Back in my early twenties, despite not being (or wanting to be) in a relationship, or even the consideration of kids, I watched it and cried at the end. “I get what you’re feeling! I feel this!”

As a parent, I know I’ll be inconsolable if I watch it again.

Right now, I’m on the couch with my kids beside me while writing this in my writers pad. I’m going to put this pencil down now because I don’t want to miss this.