When I chose this photo, the idea of “someday” was as a child looking at her mother’s feet. Now, I see myself looking at what she, my daughter will become. The phases she goes through and the steps she walks take her to her “someday”.
I have often been asked if I miss my children as littles running around my feet. Do I wish they were still small? My honest answer, no. My memories are precious. I love each one. The heavy weight of a sleeping child, giggles from bubbles flying around their heads, funnily pronounced words that may need an interpreter, every bump and bruise healed with a kiss and a bandage. These are magical in my mind. They led to dance parties from the kitchen to the family room, cousin sleep-overs and swim parties, long drives with the windows down while music blares from a new generation of bands whose names I will never remember and whose songs I only pretend to know the lyrics to. I treasure every moment. The easy and hard times work synergetically to create the multi-dimensional being that is each one of them.
Now grown, they surprise me. They are strong, fierce, independent, warm, loving, driven, silly, intelligent, and connected. They draw from life vitality and give back to the world that nurtured them. They still have “somedays”, but now, I look at my children and they are who I want to be when I grow up.