Over the years it has often been just me....but not with so many children that are older, more grown up, still children but yet more independent so sure of themselves and yet for a moment still the babies I remember. The wonder years they are in, or have passed with so many different ages under one roof, it is the Wonder Years for me.
Reflections of who I once was and what I have become.... a Mom of five children, I'm not a writer and it's hard to recall things they just happen around here. I wonder how often my Mother just listened to the laughter and sat there quietly enjoying just being. I know she did it. I wish I could remember how the conversation went but I loved listening to my children talk to each other.
I miss my husband being here to hear them and smile at his little boy all too soon he's going to grow up and I can't believe how quickly his brothers have.
