Trust me, kids grow up in fast forward

When my children were younger I would, quite frankly, roll my eyes at the older people who would say as if imparting the sagest of wisdom “enjoy them now, they’ll be grown in the blink of an eye.”
It seemed impossible, you see. I could no more imagine the chubby pre-verbal toddler boy, or squirming pink bundle of baby girl who I loved to distraction, growing up and, well, away from me than I could envision the sky suddenly dropping smack down upon my head.
It’s not that I doubted that the possibility existed. Anything is possible really, if you think about it. It’s just that it seemed so