Aging - MamaKat's Writing Prompt

 

6. Write a blog post in exactly 13 lines.

They must be taking an aging potion every night.

It is the only excuse I can think of for seeing hair grow above their lips, on their chests, their legs.

After all, it was only yesterday that they were able to curl up on my lap,  head curled in my shoulder and thumb firmly in mouth and pillow wrapped against their bodies.

Now I need to look up to both of them, much to their amusement.

The misspeaks that made me laugh have given way to intelligent conversation, opinions of their own that can be debated.

No longer are their days filled with playing with toys, instead they are spent on the computer, playing video games with friends.

Rather than being the ones to introduce them to new things, they regularly show us what they think we would enjoy.

More than I'd like, I can't recognize the children they were in the young adults they are becoming.

Is this something every parent goes through, or am I just mired in the past?

Don't get me wrong, I love who they are now, being able to have conversations I never would have imagined.

I love that they are growing into socially conscious individuals, with strong feelings of right and wrong. 

I adore that they are turning into men I am proud of.

I just sometimes miss the babies they were.

Then...

... and now.