Aging is Living Life Upside Down

Today I noticed we were dressed by our children

Black shiny Mary Janes with lace-trimmed white anklets. A dapper, toddler-sized pin-striped suit. Was it not mere moments ago I placed my children’s clothes on the chair at the end of their bed?

This morning I caught a glimpse of hubby and me in the mirror. I’m wearing my Hearthstone gamer T-shirt and he’s rocking the Muppets. I laughed realizing we were both wearing clothes picked out by our kids. Then nostalgia took over my thoughts. Not sadness but longing for what once was.

I miss the stage of triple knots in their laces and tangles in their hair. I long for the teenage eye rolls and door slams. I would pay a king’s ransom to see that look in their eye again when they believed I was a hero for performing some mundane mom task.

Yet, if I could go back I would grieve the wonderful adults they’ve become. How would I get along without the grown version of their little souls? Yes, every phase is precious. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you could keep each stage of their life, never having to give up the toddler, tweener, young adult, or grown men and women?

Just mom thoughts between stirs of cookie dough.