It's always interesting to me that I think about upcoming life passages so far in advance that I can forget about them and they will still surprise me when they happen. For instance, when all of the kids were babies, I had thought, "When Marlowe's about 5, Serena will be 8 and Emme will be 9, so that would be a good time to go to Europe." And now it's been nearly a year since we went... POOF! Like a dream, the year has passed.
Similarly, when Marlowe was born, I had dreamed of the days when she would be in school with her sisters. As a mom of three, I was excited that there would be 2 solid years when all three kids were at the same school. Somehow, life kept me distracted and I was brushing my teeth the other night and realized that those 2 years are now coming to a close. In just over 2 weeks, Emme will be done with elementary school and she and Marlowe will never be at the same school again. Sure, Mar will have Nina nearby, but it's not the same as Marlowe having her oldest sister with her. For a 1st grader, it's been a big deal for her friends to see her hugging and hanging out with 5th grade girls. For Emme, it's a chance to have someone look up to her in a real way; Serena is so close in age to Emme that she scoffs at Emme's authority, but Marlowe doesn't. I had been so focused on Emme's passage into a new chapter that I nearly missed out on Marlowe's. And my own, as a mom with "older" kids (meaning: not babies).
Life happens when you least expect it, doesn't it? I suppose it's one of the things I like most about it. The surprise, even after all these years.