…
At some point your parents reached for your hand when walking in public, and you pulled away for the last time.
Life is about change.
It makes me sad to think about how one day I picked up my own kids for the last time… my eldest is bigger than me now, I could pick her up with effort but obviously it’s not the same lol 😆 then there’s my youngest, a mere 6 months old, and it breaks my heart to think about how someday I’m going to pick him up and put him down and it will be the last time and I won’t realize it, won’t remember it as anything special… I can’t remember the last time I picked up my two older kids, and it just passed into obscurity in my memories 🤷🏻♀️🥺😭
U is too heavy. Un-heavify.
My mom still tries to jokingly pick me uo when I visit. She likes carry chikdren around and laments that I grew up. I use to be soooo cute, but now I am me.
… I should call my mom.