For the first time in many, many years no Legos were involved in the celebration of my oldest's birthday. As the old ladies in the grocery stores had warned me, the years really did fly by and suddenly I'm the mother of a teenager. And even more suddenly, Legos have been replaced somewhat by Doctor Who.
A lanky, interesting man-child with feet larger than mine now lives in my house. I still look at him and wonder how that happened, but I love that he usually still let's me rumple his hair and chat with him about the goings on of his mind. Even if my eyes sometimes do glaze over slightly at the comparisons of the various Doctors or the history of early Peanuts comic strips.
And of course, as the mother of both a teenager and a five month old, I have the privilege of both being the mom telling women with small babies that the years fly by and being stopped by women seeing the little one in my sling, who want to share that truth with me.