The kitchen counter; the height of the kitchen counter, specifically. This is the thing that reminds me that my children are growing, when I see them next to the counter, I flash back to when they were shorter than the counter, and then to when they were just tall enough to bump their heads, and then tall enough to open a drawer, and then now, Ryan, towering over the counter, tall enough to (almost) not need a stool. The kitchen counter is one of my reminders that the boys are growing, our family is changing, and time doesn’t stop.
I want to remember this season, the early days after Jack’s arrival. How Ryan and Connor have both stepped into a big brother roll, in their own way.
The other day Ryan was singing a song to Jack about him being a baby. And he said, “Did you know what mommy you were in? It was Nora mommy.” I thought this was so sweet and thoughtful, and a perspective I’ve never considered before.
As a mother of three sons, I want to remember to daily teach them to value women, to listen to women, to believe women, and to champion women’s progress.
Photo credit: Rebecca Thornton Photography