Photographs

On the end table across from my desk in my office lie four photo frames. The smallest one, a 4x6, houses a black and white photo of Hubs, Daughter, Boy 1, Baby Boy and myself. It was taken at the hospital the first full day of our newly extended family. The funny thing is even though my hair wasn't done, I had minimal makeup and a nightgown on....it is certainly my favorite picture of all time. I felt as a mother, a wife...a woman....the most complete I had ever felt in my entire life. Behind that photo stand three picture frames, 5x7 in size. Each has a favorite, solo, picture of each of the children. I decided to update them today and as I replaced the favorites I couldn't believe how fast time had went by. Daughter had grown from a flower girl at my friend's wedding to a beautiful clarinet player at her first concert. Boy 1 had grown from a chubby bleach blonde boy running through the back yard in his 'Kiss me, I'm Irish" shirt to a tall, lean young boy on his first day of tee ball. Baby Boy had grown from barely holding his head up with dark newborn eyes to sitting up with his solid chubby build with big blue eyes. It made me feel like an adult, accomplished. This is what I have done the past eleven years....mold my children. Then it dawned on me....crap....I hope I am doing this right!