What is the word for the feeling where you aren’t depressed but you are melancholy in a good way? Sort of a bittersweet nostalgic feeling that makes you want to listen to really well-done sad music or read something good but sad, like, The Time Traveler’s Wife. I have that. I was at the playground in the rain with the girls and they were laughing and going on the slide and getting soaked. And I was laughing at them, but also feeling really weird about the fact that in a few years they’ll be grown. I want them to grow up, but I love this part of being a parent. I read a book written by a mom once and she likened a child growing up to them wandering off into the woods and never returning. It is somewhat true. If I think of the child that Lexy was at age three, I have to admit that that little being is gone. And I wouldn’t have things any other way, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel a little sad for how they were.
Time to go try out Veggie Mama’s tortilla soup recipe.
Thanks for reminding me to enjoy every moment…wandering of into the woods…does it have to be that way? I’m sure the thousands of pictures I’ve taken will just not make up for the loss.
Poignant post…I feel your happiness and regret!