Remember when you were a kid, and you would see your parent’s friends who you never really remembered, but act like you did? They would look you over and say the classic like of “my how you have grown!” And you would smile awkwardly and wonder if anyone would notice if you licked all the frosting off the side of the cake. Then an adult conversation would ensue of how kids “grow up so fast” and “time flying” and you would think they were nuts because it seemed like the 6 days until the next round of Saturday morning cartoons was a lifetime away.
Now I get it.
I cannot tell you how many times someone will say to me “Yeah, well, enjoy it. They grow up so fast.” And you know what? I cannot hear this enough. Every time it reminds me to enjoy this stage. This fleeting moment of her life. Even though it may be annoying that between the two of us, making sure there is no poo residue on her bum is exclusively my responsibility, I am sure there will be a time, when she is 16 and has to say “Mom… you really don’t have to inquire about my abilities to wipe myself properly. I got this.”
So what I realized, is The Munch doesn’t only inspire me to appreciate her formative years, but also appreciate my time witnessing it. She is this constant reminder to be grateful for my own life as well. She makes me feel like the age-old philosophical quandary of the meaning of life is as simple as enjoying the one you are given. And I have to say, that is easy to do when just smiling at someone is a guaranteed way to get a smile back.