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Project52 • Grow

Every single day, every one of us grows and changes. Though the everyday alterations may be small, in the long term they add up. When you’re little, you’re in this big hurry to grow up and be a “big person” or “grown up”. Please, Boy, Girl, and Nephew Noah, take your time. Enjoy the freedom. Enjoy the lack of responsibility. Play. Smile. Laugh. Pass out hugs and kisses to everyone in your life. Learn. But don’t rush anything, because in reality, even grown ups don’t know what being a “grown up” really means. Maybe it’s just me, but I kinda still think I’m a kid figuring it all out as I go. I’m not sure that will ever change.

three kids on a bench

On Easter, my family met at my mom’s house to celebrate with the kids. We had an egg hunt, a big ham dinner, and got to spend time with our cousins. It was a great day. The weather was perfect. The kids were (mostly) well behaved. I got to meet my cousin’s new daughter, and my grandparents got to watch the kids scramble across the yard to find the colored plastic eggs we’d “hidden” for them. It was a great day. My nana got choked up a few times, and when I asked if she was ok, she looked right at me and said “This is just the best. I’ve got so many of my babies right here! Its awesome, and I’m thankful”. Powerful stuff. She was talking about HER babies (Mom/Auntie), their husbands, her grandbabies (my sisters, me, our cousins, and all of OUR spouses), AND most of her great grandbabies (six under the age of four!). To her, even my parents are babies. If you look at it in that perspective, there’s really no huge reason to be rushing around and putting so much stress on everything. We are all somebody’s baby…

It also made me reflect on what my kiddos would be like years from now when they are following THEIR kids with a bucket in MY yard on Easter. I can only pray that I stay as close to my kiddos as my nana and my mother have with theirs, and that I can have this privilege. Like Nana said, that would be AWESOME.

The picture above was a snap of my parent’s three grandkids (my girl, my boy, and my nephew Noah). They all were dressed up for Easter. Boy had a tie that gave me the giggles inside to watch running around. Girl’s hair was all done up, and she had a pretty new dress. Noah sported his little sweater vest and shiny new sneakers. Now that I step back, and realize that even though my finger was over the flash which created a bunch of noise that quasi-ruined the photo, the photo is perfect. Years from now, I pray that we can take a similar picture of the three of them (and any other grandies) on the same Deacon’s Bench. Maybe Boy will have a pink shirt and tie, and Noah will rock the vest, while Girl has a summery dress… Maybe not. But somehow, they seem really big sitting there in this picture. Slow down, guys. There is no rush. Enjoy being little, and keep smiling just like in this picture. :)

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    MP Friday, April 13, 2012, 5:09 pm

    oh your little boy looks awesome with stuff on his face…so precious…and girl looks all grown up…wow. I am so glad you had a great time!

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    Nessa Friday, April 20, 2012, 7:03 am

    What a sweet post. I hope for the same things… to be seeing them all grown up and happy but then wishing it would all slow down. This photo makes me giggle – they look so proud of themselves.

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    Mahina Friday, April 20, 2012, 11:39 am

    I love the tie! So cute! Looks like all the kids had a blast.

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    Rachel Friday, April 20, 2012, 7:45 pm

    Fun picture:) I agree with growing up–I really do still feel like I’m trying to play at being a grown-up:)

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