It’s always there.
That constant tug-of-war knowing all the things that get easier as they get older, bigger, more capable and independent.
All the things that come back. Sleep. Time. The ability to go places without so many large contraptions.
But on the other end of the rope are all the reminders of what’s great about right now. The hilarious pre-verbal ways they have of expressing themselves. The personalities that have come out in bloom.
We took our trio camping the other week and it felt like those two ends were in harmony rather than tension. New limits being pushed, while at the same time getting to sit together in a hammock strung between two oaks knowing how good it was right there.