A Note to my Children

One of the things that we, or maybe it’s I, don’t talk about as a parent is the “other yous”.
Every child starts out one day, and then grows up.
What is hard, is that as every day passes there is another you.
You evolve before my eyes.
At first there is you as an infant, but then there is the you at 2 years and 5 then 8,11,14,16.
Each time a new you, each day a new you, and we, as parents look back and remember, and grieve for all the yous, that have gone before you today.
Each one a new and different you, each one special, separate and unique and, each one loved.
This is one of the hardest parts of being a parent, is that I miss “all the yous”.


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