Remember the “Hello, my name is Chubby” silliness we did as chidlren with our cheeks pushed forward? I thought of it today because there’s one version of a “Chubby” that has Chubby on a motorcycle with his dad and the wind knocks back his pinchable cheeks as he yells “Too, fast, Daddy!”
Well, I heard that voice in my head tonight: TOO FAST!!
My baby. That tiny creature. My baby is fourteen. The creature is taller than me (by an eigth of an inch…maybe).
I could really make this a considerably long blog about mothering, make some metaphorical references, and try to turn a phrase to influence you to shed a tear. Instead, I’ll assume that if you are one of my readers, you are in a season of life close enough to mine to understand.
Too fast.
(Tune in tomorrow when the youngest of my five babies turns 3.)
Just too fast.
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