In true “me” fashion, I've had this post in my Drafts for almost exactly a year. In all honesty, it wasn't a post, it was just a link. The link to this article, which was published one year ago this weekend.
I knew I had to write this, but it's taken me until now to do it.
The jist: Childhood is 940 weeks long. That's it.
The author of the book in that article talks about Saturdays, but for me, our life is measured in Thursdays.
Tomorrow is #257.
We are more than a quarter of the way through our 940.
Or, look at it this way:
There it is.
Max's entire life up until he turns 18. That's all I get. Look how far in we are already! Look at the first line; his entire time in the NICU only takes up half the top line. Those all-consuming days recede more and more into the background with each passing week.
Looking at an entire childhood in an image like this is sobering and makes you think, doesn't it? An entire YEAR takes up only 2 lines on this image. 2 tiny lines. Imagine the changes happening during those 2 rows! Every single memory I have of Max is included in those 10 rows of photos.
I know that parenting won't end for me on April 17, 2026, but it's certainly the end of an important stage. I think my job, as a mom, is to do the best I can with the time I have.
What are you doing with your 940 weeks?