Oh my gosh. I am now a mother of an adult child! Some once told me when my kids were little and I was in the throws of infant, baby and toddler that the "days drag , but the years fly."
That statement has never been truer than today.
As I reflect back on all those days before 21 I remember some as precious and fun others frightening and maddening. I have wished for days back. Some to repeat the sweet times other so I could have a do-over. But none of those days are coming back. They now exist only in our memories and of course the fabulous scrapbooks I keep; and if I could re do those days I would savour those moments far slower than I did as a young mom. But rather than get all days-gone-by on myself I have decided that the best years of our life and our relationship as mother and daughter are yet to come.