There was so much to learn, do and accept that I didn’t have enough time to simply be in the moment.
Our first days in hospital together were a blur of hormones, nervous energy and sleep deprivation. Fortunately with good coffee from down the road.
I wish I’d spent less time second-guessing and less time hurrying the next stage along.
I wish I’d been more in awe and less in fear.
In this day of everyday life being the subject of thousands of phone camera photos, I wish I’d taken just a few more photos of us in amongst the 99.99% of photos that were all just him.
I wish I knew then what I know now.
That sleeping through the night, talking and toilet training would all happen in their own time. That the silent disappearing act in public places of highly mobile toddlers would end when they did learn to talk and then you’d never again be without a running commentary of your time together.
That those seemingly throwaway lines other parents told me were both true and comforting.
The days are long but the years are short. This too shall pass. You’ll never get this time back again. Yes, but they (the babies) haven’t read the books.